[{"id":28684530,"name":"Heavenly Father","trackName":"Heavenly Father","artistName":"Isaiah Rashad","albumName":"Isaiah Rashad","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\nLordy, give me somethin' for my soul\nSee, I don't wanna think of suicide\nSo please don't take the lockey off my door\nSee, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\nAnd I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\nAnd if I give my story to the world\nI wonder if they'd book me for a show\n\nSee you can't handle pressure on your own\nSo why you carry boulder by yourself?\nThe story's storyteller tell it wrong\nAnd glorify the horror and the wealth\nMy mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\nAnd I just need some guidance in my steps\nI know I'm not the only one alone\nI know I'm not the only one that felt\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah, look, ayy\nI smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\nI drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\nYou would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\nThat I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\nThese bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\nI love smokin' weed, I hate advice\nI know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\nFrom a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\nYou never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\nYou just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\nThe limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\nNo need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\nThese people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\nJust need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\nInfatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\nSo you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\nLike, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nUh, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.25] Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n[00:26.58] Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n[00:29.22] See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n[00:32.12] So please don't take the lockey off my door\n[00:34.94] See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n[00:38.28] And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n[00:41.03] And if I give my story to the world\n[00:43.80] I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n[00:47.02] See you can't handle pressure on your own\n[00:49.93] So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n[00:52.78] The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n[00:55.57] And glorify the horror and the wealth\n[00:58.95] My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n[01:01.79] And I just need some guidance in my steps\n[01:04.63] I know I'm not the only one alone\n[01:07.57] I know I'm not the only one that felt\n[01:10.96] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44] Yeah\n[01:34.50] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92] Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.98] I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.35] I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.32] You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.61] That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.72] These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99] I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.27] I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.75] From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.64] You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.41] You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.35] The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.50] No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.48] These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.56] Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.38] Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.44] So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.48] Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.02] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.06] Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.96] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.31] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.65] By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.26] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53] By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Isaiah Rashad\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 43800\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43800\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52780\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52780\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 67570\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67570\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 70960\n  end_ms: 76750\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 76750\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 88350\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah\n  Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n  Baby, call a doctor for my health\n  And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n  'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n  And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n  And they don't give me answers, just a check\n  And they don't know my issues as a child\n  'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\n  And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n  Until you got a ropey on your neck\n  And I been losin' more than just my mind\n  Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n  And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n  And why you never love me when I need it?\n  And I don't wanna be like you no more\n  And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah, look, ayy\n  I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n  I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n  You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n  That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n  These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n  I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n  I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n  From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\n  You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n  You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n  The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n  No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n  These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n  Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n  Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n  So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\n  Like, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Uh, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n"},{"id":7084099,"name":"Heavenly Father","trackName":"Heavenly Father","artistName":"Isaiah Rashad","albumName":"Conscious Hip-Hop Essentials","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\nLordy, give me somethin' for my soul\nSee, I don't wanna think of suicide\nSo please don't take the lockey off my door\nSee, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\nAnd I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\nAnd if I give my story to the world\nI wonder if they'd book me for a show\n\nSee you can't handle pressure on your own\nSo why you carry boulder by yourself?\nThe story's storyteller tell it wrong\nAnd glorify the horror and the wealth\nMy mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\nAnd I just need some guidance in my steps\nI know I'm not the only one alone\nI know I'm not the only one that felt\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah, look, ayy\nI smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\nI drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\nYou would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\nThat I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\nThese bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\nI love smokin' weed, I hate advice\nI know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\nFrom a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\nYou never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\nYou just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\nThe limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\nNo need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\nThese people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\nJust need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\nInfatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\nSo you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\nLike, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nUh, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.25] Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n[00:26.58] Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n[00:29.22] See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n[00:32.12] So please don't take the lockey off my door\n[00:34.94] See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n[00:38.28] And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n[00:41.03] And if I give my story to the world\n[00:43.80] I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n[00:47.02] See you can't handle pressure on your own\n[00:49.93] So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n[00:52.78] The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n[00:55.57] And glorify the horror and the wealth\n[00:58.95] My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n[01:01.79] And I just need some guidance in my steps\n[01:04.63] I know I'm not the only one alone\n[01:07.57] I know I'm not the only one that felt\n[01:10.96] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44] Yeah\n[01:34.50] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92] Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.98] I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.35] I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.32] You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.61] That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.72] These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99] I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.27] I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.75] From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.64] You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.41] You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.35] The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.50] No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.48] These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.56] Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.38] Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.44] So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.48] Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.02] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.06] Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.96] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.31] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.65] By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.26] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53] By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Conscious Hip-Hop Essentials\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 43800\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43800\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52780\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52780\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 67570\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67570\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44] Yeah\n[01:34.50] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah\n  Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n  Baby, call a doctor for my health\n  And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n  'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n  And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n  And they don't give me answers, just a check\n  And they don't know my issues as a child\n  'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\n  And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n  Until you got a ropey on your neck\n  And I been losin' more than just my mind\n  Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n  And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n  And why you never love me when I need it?\n  And I don't wanna be like you no more\n  And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44] Yeah\n[01:34.50] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92] Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.98] I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.35] I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.32] You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.61] That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.72] These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99] I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.27] I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.75] From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.64] You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.41] You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.35] The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.50] No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.48] These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.56] Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.38] Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.44] So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.48] Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.02] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.06] Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.96] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.31] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.65] By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.26] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53] By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Document\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 43800\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43800\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52780\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52780\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 67570\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67570\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah\n  Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n  Baby, call a doctor for my health\n  And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n  'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n  And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n  And they don't give me answers, just a check\n  And they don't know my issues as a child\n  'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\n  And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n  Until you got a ropey on your neck\n  And I been losin' more than just my mind\n  Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n  And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n  And why you never love me when I need it?\n  And I don't wanna be like you no more\n  And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah, look, ayy\n  I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n  I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n  You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n  That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n  These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n  I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n  I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n  From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\n  You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n  You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n  The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n  No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n  These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n  Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n  Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n  So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\n  Like, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Uh, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n"},{"id":34866207,"name":"Heavenly Father","trackName":"Heavenly Father","artistName":"Isaiah Rashad","albumName":"Document","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\nLordy, give me somethin' for my soul\nSee, I don't wanna think of suicide\nSo please don't take the lockey off my door\nSee, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\nAnd I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\nAnd if I give my story to the world\nI wonder if they'd book me for a show\n\nSee you can't handle pressure on your own\nSo why you carry boulder by yourself?\nThe story's storyteller tell it wrong\nAnd glorify the horror and the wealth\nMy mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\nAnd I just need some guidance in my steps\nI know I'm not the only one alone\nI know I'm not the only one that felt\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah, look, ayy\nI smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\nI drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\nYou would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\nThat I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\nThese bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\nI love smokin' weed, I hate advice\nI know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\nFrom a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\nYou never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\nYou just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\nThe limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\nNo need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\nThese people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\nJust need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\nInfatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\nSo you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\nLike, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nUh, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.25] Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n[00:26.58] Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n[00:29.22] See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n[00:32.12] So please don't take the lockey off my door\n[00:34.94] See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n[00:38.28] And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n[00:41.03] And if I give my story to the world\n[00:43.80] I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n[00:47.02] See you can't handle pressure on your own\n[00:49.93] So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n[00:52.78] The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n[00:55.57] And glorify the horror and the wealth\n[00:58.95] My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n[01:01.79] And I just need some guidance in my steps\n[01:04.63] I know I'm not the only one alone\n[01:07.57] I know I'm not the only one that felt\n[01:10.96] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44] Yeah\n[01:34.50] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92] Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.98] I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.35] I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.32] You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.61] That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.72] These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99] I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.27] I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.75] From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.64] You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.41] You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.35] The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.50] No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.48] These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.56] Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.38] Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.44] So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.48] Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.02] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.06] Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.96] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.31] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.65] By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.26] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53] By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Document\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 43800\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43800\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52780\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52780\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 67570\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67570\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah\n  Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n  Baby, call a doctor for my health\n  And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n  'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n  And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n  And they don't give me answers, just a check\n  And they don't know my issues as a child\n  'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\n  And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n  Until you got a ropey on your neck\n  And I been losin' more than just my mind\n  Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n  And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n  And why you never love me when I need it?\n  And I don't wanna be like you no more\n  And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah, look, ayy\nI smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\nI drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\nYou would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\nThat I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\nThese bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\nI love smokin' weed, I hate advice\nI know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\nFrom a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\nYou never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\nYou just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\nThe limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\nNo need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\nThese people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\nJust need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\nInfatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\nSo you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\nLike, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nUh, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.25] Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n[00:26.58] Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n[00:29.22] See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n[00:32.12] So please don't take the lockey off my door\n[00:34.94] See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n[00:38.28] And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n[00:41.03] And if I give my story to the world\n[00:43.80] I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n[00:47.02] See you can't handle pressure on your own\n[00:49.93] So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n[00:52.78] The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n[00:55.57] And glorify the horror and the wealth\n[00:58.95] My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n[01:01.79] And I just need some guidance in my steps\n[01:04.63] I know I'm not the only one alone\n[01:07.57] I know I'm not the only one that felt\n[01:10.96] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44] Yeah\n[01:34.50] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92] Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.98] I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.35] I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.32] You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.61] That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.72] These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99] I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.27] I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.75] From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.64] You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.41] You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.35] The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.50] No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.48] These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.56] Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.38] Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.44] So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.48] Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.02] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.06] Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.96] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.31] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.65] By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.26] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53] By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Document\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 43800\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43800\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52780\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52780\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 67570\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67570\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah\n  Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n  Baby, call a doctor for my health\n  And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n  'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n  And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n  And they don't give me answers, just a check\n  And they don't know my issues as a child\n  'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\n  And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n  Until you got a ropey on your neck\n  And I been losin' more than just my mind\n  Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n  And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n  And why you never love me when I need it?\n  And I don't wanna be like you no more\n  And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah, look, ayy\nI smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\nI drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\nYou would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\nThat I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\nThese bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\nI love smokin' weed, I hate advice\nI know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\nFrom a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\nYou never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\nYou just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\nThe limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\nNo need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\nThese people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\nJust need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\nInfatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\nSo you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\nLike, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nUh, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.25] Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n[00:26.58] Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n[00:29.22] See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n[00:32.12] So please don't take the lockey off my door\n[00:34.94] See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n[00:38.28] And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n[00:41.03] And if I give my story to the world\n[00:43.80] I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n[00:47.02] See you can't handle pressure on your own\n[00:49.93] So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n[00:52.78] The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n[00:55.57] And glorify the horror and the wealth\n[00:58.95] My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n[01:01.79] And I just need some guidance in my steps\n[01:04.63] I know I'm not the only one alone\n[01:07.57] I know I'm not the only one that felt\n[01:10.96] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44] Yeah\n[01:34.50] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92] Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.98] I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.35] I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.32] You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.61] That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.72] These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99] I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.27] I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.75] From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.64] You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.41] You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.35] The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.50] No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.48] These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.56] Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.38] Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.44] So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.48] Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.02] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.06] Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.96] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.31] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.65] By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.26] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53] By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Document\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 43800\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43800\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52780\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52780\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 67570\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67570\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah\n  Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n  Baby, call a doctor for my health\n  And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n  'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n  And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n  And they don't give me answers, just a check\n  And they don't know my issues as a child\n  'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\n  And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n  Until you got a ropey on your neck\n  And I been losin' more than just my mind\n  Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n  And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n  And why you never love me when I need it?\n  And I don't wanna be like you no more\n  And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah, look, ayy\n  I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n  I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n  You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n  That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n  These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n  I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n  I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n  From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\n  You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n  You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n  The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n  No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n  These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n  Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n  Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n  So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\n  Like, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Uh, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n"},{"id":39140902,"name":"Heavenly Father","trackName":"Heavenly Father","artistName":"Isaiah Rashad","albumName":"Cilvia Demo","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\nLordy, give me somethin' for my soul\nSee, I don't wanna think of suicide\nSo please don't take the lockey off my door\nSee, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\nAnd I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\nAnd if I give my story to the world\nI wonder if they'd book me for a show\n\nSee you can't handle pressure on your own\nSo why you carry boulder by yourself?\nThe story's storyteller tell it wrong\nAnd glorify the horror and the wealth\nMy mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\nAnd I just need some guidance in my steps\nI know I'm not the only one alone\nI know I'm not the only one that felt\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah\n  Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n  Baby, call a doctor for my health\n  And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n  'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n  And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n  And they don't give me answers, just a check\n  And they don't know my issues as a child\n  'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\n  And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n  Until you got a ropey on your neck\n  And I been losin' more than just my mind\n  Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n  And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n  And why you never love me when I need it?\n  And I don't wanna be like you no more\n  And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah, look, ayy\n  I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n  I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n  You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n  That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n  These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n  I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n  I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n  From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\n  You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n  You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n  The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n  No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n  These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n  Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n  Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n  So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\n  Like, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Uh, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n"},{"id":38964412,"name":"Heavenly Father","trackName":"Heavenly Father","artistName":"Isaiah Rashad","albumName":"Cilvia Demo","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\nLordy, give me somethin' for my soul\nSee, I don't wanna think of suicide\nSo please don't take the lockey off my door\nSee, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\nAnd I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\nAnd if I give my story to the world\nI wonder if they'd book me for a show\n\nSee you can't handle pressure on your own\nSo why you carry boulder by yourself?\nThe story's storyteller tell it wrong\nAnd glorify the horror and the wealth\nMy mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\nAnd I just need some guidance in my steps\nI know I'm not the only one alone\nI know I'm not the only one that felt\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah, look, ayy\nI smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\nI drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\nYou would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\nThat I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\nThese bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\nI love smokin' weed, I hate advice\nI know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\nFrom a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\nYou never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\nYou just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\nThe limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\nNo need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\nThese people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\nJust need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\nInfatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\nSo you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\nLike, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nUh, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.25]Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n[00:26.58]Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n[00:29.22]See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n[00:32.12]So please don't take the lockey off my door\n[00:34.94]See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n[00:38.28]And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n[00:41.03]And if I give my story to the world\n[00:43.80]I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n[00:47.02]See you can't handle pressure on your own\n[00:49.93]So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n[00:52.78]The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n[00:55.57]And glorify the horror and the wealth\n[00:58.95]My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n[01:01.79]And I just need some guidance in my steps\n[01:04.63]I know I'm not the only one alone\n[01:07.57]I know I'm not the only one that felt\n[01:10.96]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44]Yeah\n[01:34.50]Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46]Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37]And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11]'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48]And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25]And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01]And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93]'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21]And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97]Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89]And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29]Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09]And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92]And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73]And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98]And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92]Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.98]I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.35]I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.32]You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.61]That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.72]These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99]I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.27]I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.75]From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.64]You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.41]You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.35]The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.50]No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.48]These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.56]Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.38]Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.44]So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.48]Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.02]So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.06]Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.96]So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.31]Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.65]By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.26]Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53]By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.78]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Cilvia Demo\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 43800\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43800\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52780\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52780\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 67570\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67570\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah, look, ayy\nI smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\nI drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\nYou would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\nThat I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\nThese bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\nI love smokin' weed, I hate advice\nI know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\nFrom a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\nYou never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\nYou just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\nThe limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\nNo need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\nThese people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\nJust need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\nInfatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\nSo you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\nLike, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nUh, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.25]Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n[00:26.58]Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n[00:29.22]See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n[00:32.12]So please don't take the lockey off my door\n[00:34.94]See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n[00:38.28]And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n[00:41.03]And if I give my story to the world\n[00:43.80]I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n[00:47.02]See you can't handle pressure on your own\n[00:49.93]So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n[00:52.78]The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n[00:55.57]And glorify the horror and the wealth\n[00:58.95]My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n[01:01.79]And I just need some guidance in my steps\n[01:04.63]I know I'm not the only one alone\n[01:07.57]I know I'm not the only one that felt\n[01:10.96]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.75]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.33]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.35]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.44]Yeah\n[01:34.50]Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.46]Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37]And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.11]'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.48]And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.25]And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.01]And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.93]'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.21]And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97]Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.89]And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.29]Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.09]And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.92]And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73]And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.98]And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.85]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.94]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.50]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.79]Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92]Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.98]I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.35]I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.32]You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.61]That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.72]These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99]I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.27]I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.75]From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.64]You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.41]You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.35]The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.50]No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.48]These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.56]Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.38]Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.44]So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.48]Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.02]So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.06]Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.96]So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.31]Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.65]By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.26]Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53]By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.78]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Cilvia Demo\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 32120\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32120\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 43800\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43800\n  end_ms: 47020\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47020\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52780\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52780\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 61790\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61790\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 67570\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67570\n  end_ms: 70960\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah\nNow, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\nBaby, call a doctor for my health\nAnd \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\nAnd I been askin' questions, where the love?\nAnd they don't give me answers, just a check\nAnd they don't know my issues as a child\n'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\nAnd hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\nUntil you got a ropey on your neck\nAnd I been losin' more than just my mind\nGatherin' what's left of self-respect\nAnd Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\nAnd why you never love me when I need it?\nAnd I don't wanna be like you no more\nAnd I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\nHeavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\nYeah, look, ayy\nI smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\nI drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\nYou would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\nThat I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\nThese bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\nI love smokin' weed, I hate advice\nI know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\nFrom a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\nYou never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\nYou just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\nThe limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\nNo need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\nThese people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\nJust need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\nInfatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\nSo you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\nLike, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nUh, you got punchlines for days\nSo generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\nYeah, and I'm so misrepresented\nBy niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.26] Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n[00:26.53] Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n[00:29.23] See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n[00:32.14] So please don't take the lockey off my door\n[00:34.98] See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n[00:38.25] And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n[00:41.09] And if I give my story to the world\n[00:43.88] I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n[00:47.03] See you can't handle pressure on your own\n[00:49.96] So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n[00:52.70] The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n[00:55.57] And glorify the horror and the wealth\n[00:58.98] My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n[01:01.71] And I just need some guidance in my steps\n[01:04.67] I know I'm not the only one alone\n[01:07.50] I know I'm not the only one that felt\n[01:10.95] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.74] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.37] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.47] Yeah\n[01:34.54] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.47] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.18] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.43] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.23] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.08] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.96] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.22] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.82] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.26] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.00] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.97] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.96] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.86] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.91] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.59] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.73] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92] Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.97] I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.32] I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.33] You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.64] That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.73] These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99] I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.29] I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.79] From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.66] You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.46] You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.33] The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.54] No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.44] These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.52] Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.37] Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.48] So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.40] Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.04] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.01] Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.97] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.36] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.67] By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.28] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53] By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavenly Father (Paused)\n  artist: Isaiah Rashad\n  album: Cilvia Demo\n  duration_ms: 260632\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22260\n  end_ms: 26530\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26530\n  end_ms: 29230\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29230\n  end_ms: 32140\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32140\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 38250\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38250\n  end_ms: 41090\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41090\n  end_ms: 43880\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43880\n  end_ms: 47030\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47030\n  end_ms: 49960\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49960\n  end_ms: 52700\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52700\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58980\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58980\n  end_ms: 61710\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61710\n  end_ms: 64670\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64670\n  end_ms: 67500\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67500\n  end_ms: 70950\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 141860\n  end_ms: 147910\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 147910\n  end_ms: 153590\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 153590\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:16.74] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:22.35] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[01:28.37] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[01:33.47] Yeah\n[01:34.54] Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n[01:37.47] Baby, call a doctor for my health\n[01:40.37] And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n[01:43.18] 'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n[01:46.43] And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n[01:49.23] And they don't give me answers, just a check\n[01:52.08] And they don't know my issues as a child\n[01:54.96] 'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n[01:58.22] And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n[02:00.97] Until you got a ropey on your neck\n[02:03.82] And I been losin' more than just my mind\n[02:07.26] Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n[02:10.00] And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n[02:12.97] And why you never love me when I need it?\n[02:15.73] And I don't wanna be like you no more\n[02:18.96] And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n[02:21.86] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:27.91] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:33.59] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n[02:39.73] Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n[02:43.92] Yeah, look, ayy\n[02:45.97] I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n[02:49.32] I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n[02:52.33] You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n[02:54.64] That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n[02:57.73] These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n[03:00.99] I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n[03:04.29] I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n[03:06.79] From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n[03:09.66] You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n[03:12.46] You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n[03:15.33] The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n[03:17.54] No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n[03:20.44] These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n[03:24.52] Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n[03:27.37] Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n[03:30.48] So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n[03:33.40] Like, you got punchlines for days\n[03:36.04] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:39.01] Uh, you got punchlines for days\n[03:41.97] So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n[03:45.36] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:47.67] By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n[03:51.28] Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n[03:53.53] By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n[03:57.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Isaiah Rashad - Heavenly Father\n  artist: Yo Say\n  album: Yo Say Videos\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie\n  start_ms: 22260\n  end_ms: 26530\n- text: Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul\n  start_ms: 26530\n  end_ms: 29230\n- text: See, I don't wanna think of suicide\n  start_ms: 29230\n  end_ms: 32140\n- text: So please don't take the lockey off my door\n  start_ms: 32140\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 38250\n- text: And I've been tired of spendin' all my dough\n  start_ms: 38250\n  end_ms: 41090\n- text: And if I give my story to the world\n  start_ms: 41090\n  end_ms: 43880\n- text: I wonder if they'd book me for a show\n  start_ms: 43880\n  end_ms: 47030\n- text: See you can't handle pressure on your own\n  start_ms: 47030\n  end_ms: 49960\n- text: So why you carry boulder by yourself?\n  start_ms: 49960\n  end_ms: 52700\n- text: The story's storyteller tell it wrong\n  start_ms: 52700\n  end_ms: 55570\n- text: And glorify the horror and the wealth\n  start_ms: 55570\n  end_ms: 58980\n- text: My mama call me, tell me, \"Comey home\"\n  start_ms: 58980\n  end_ms: 61710\n- text: And I just need some guidance in my steps\n  start_ms: 61710\n  end_ms: 64670\n- text: I know I'm not the only one alone\n  start_ms: 64670\n  end_ms: 67500\n- text: I know I'm not the only one that felt\n  start_ms: 67500\n  end_ms: 70950\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 141860\n  end_ms: 147910\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 147910\n  end_ms: 153590\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  start_ms: 153590\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? 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(Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah\n  Now, I'm prayin' that I make it 25\n  Baby, call a doctor for my health\n  And \"no\" is kinda hard to say to drugs\n  'Cause I been havin' problems with myself\n  And I been askin' questions, where the love?\n  And they don't give me answers, just a check\n  And they don't know my issues as a child\n  'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself\n\n  And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong\n  Until you got a ropey on your neck\n  And I been losin' more than just my mind\n  Gatherin' what's left of self-respect\n  And Daddy, why you call me while you drunk?\n  And why you never love me when I need it?\n  And I don't wanna be like you no more\n  And I been tryna cope, I'm gettin' weeded\n\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm falling)\n  Heavenly Father, why are you so far away? (Oh, I think I'm-)\n\n  Yeah, look, ayy\n  I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-somethin'\n  I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet\n  You would assume from followin' the tunes (yeah)\n  That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum\n  These bitches ain't shit, and pussy is my greatest vice\n  I love smokin' weed, I hate advice\n  I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men\n  From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men (ooh, ooh)\n\n  You never had nothin' but fuckin' dreams\n  You just caught up in the hype, the fashion, and so it seems\n  The limelight, I know that I rhyme tight\n  No need for your two cents and burnin' your blueprints\n  These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about\n  Just need a moment of silence, just close your fuckin' mouth\n  Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth\n  So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n\n  Like, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Uh, you got punchlines for days\n  So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like\n  Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented\n  By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like\n"}]