Featuring: Joanna Newsom VIC MENSA
Songwriter: Chance the Rapper
Producer: J-emcee
[Intro: Joanna Newsom]
When you ate, I saw your eyelashes
Saw them shake like wind on rushes
[Refrain: Joanna Newsom]
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
And she wants me to get out of the drug game
She doesn't realize how much it causes me pain
I just want my son to grow up with a dad with him
My father couldn't love his kids, so he went and abandoned them
I don't sell rocks just because I want to
I sell for my son and so that he don't have to
I know now it don't seem like no father ish
But the money in my sock is my son's scholarship
She want me to work for less than it's supposed to be
She'd rather starve than to eat some drug groceries
I love my fam to death and niggas were so close to me
And to get out on that corner every morning, that takes the most of me
But Lord you know now that I have the best intent
And I been at the church, though I ain't the best of men
I got my wife and son, so I know you loving me
Tell me I'm more than these goddamned drugs on me
I know you put me on Earth for more than this ish
Give me a miracle, or blessing, three wishes
Whatever it takes, just give me a new start
I ask for one thing, Lord, please release my precious heart
[Refrain: Joanna Newsom]
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
And I want him to get out of the drug game
He doesn't realize how much it causes me pain
I just want my son to grow up with a dad with him
Not meet his dad in a cell, and wonder what happened to him
My son has potential man
Want him to soar from my hands like paper planes
Well, paper planes crash and roll into blunts
Which are in turn bought by the father of my son
The corners starve mothers and fathers
And the profits used to buy my son food and water
He say he get it somewhat and he need it
And he caught selling these kids a little form of crystalized lost
I hope he know church goers leave their sins at the door
And now the saints in the choir strung out on the floor
Lord, I'm sorry, but you know how I feel
Especially now that he starting to get his son's appeal
Release his father and him
'Cause everyday I'm getting farther from him
He's rubbing off on his son and he's rubbing off hard
I ask for one thing, Lord, please release his precious heart
[Refrain: Joanna Newsom]
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]
Another nigga claiming that he's never scared
Stares with eyes that's harder than a teddy bear's
Under pressure, high water like a levy is
On his knees begging the streets, let me live
He said that he'd give anything for the vengeance
When energy plummets and stomach is empty
Even old ladies get to looking like fresh meat
"Let's eat" is all those niggas say
The block is the restaurant and the feinds is the dinner plate
Living in inner state chased to a court case
Forced to break when the hammer hits the wood grains
Hard to stop when your dudes all carying and niggas on the block shoot quicker than Shawn Marion
Seems like we living to die, born buried
I'm asking, "Lord, release me" though I'm barely in
[Outro: Joanna Newsom]
And I miss your precious heart
And I miss your precious heart
When you ate, I saw your eyelashes
Saw them shake like wind on rushes
[Refrain: Joanna Newsom]
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
And she wants me to get out of the drug game
She doesn't realize how much it causes me pain
I just want my son to grow up with a dad with him
My father couldn't love his kids, so he went and abandoned them
I don't sell rocks just because I want to
I sell for my son and so that he don't have to
I know now it don't seem like no father ish
But the money in my sock is my son's scholarship
She want me to work for less than it's supposed to be
She'd rather starve than to eat some drug groceries
I love my fam to death and niggas were so close to me
And to get out on that corner every morning, that takes the most of me
But Lord you know now that I have the best intent
And I been at the church, though I ain't the best of men
I got my wife and son, so I know you loving me
Tell me I'm more than these goddamned drugs on me
I know you put me on Earth for more than this ish
Give me a miracle, or blessing, three wishes
Whatever it takes, just give me a new start
I ask for one thing, Lord, please release my precious heart
[Refrain: Joanna Newsom]
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
And I want him to get out of the drug game
He doesn't realize how much it causes me pain
I just want my son to grow up with a dad with him
Not meet his dad in a cell, and wonder what happened to him
My son has potential man
Want him to soar from my hands like paper planes
Well, paper planes crash and roll into blunts
Which are in turn bought by the father of my son
The corners starve mothers and fathers
And the profits used to buy my son food and water
He say he get it somewhat and he need it
And he caught selling these kids a little form of crystalized lost
I hope he know church goers leave their sins at the door
And now the saints in the choir strung out on the floor
Lord, I'm sorry, but you know how I feel
Especially now that he starting to get his son's appeal
Release his father and him
'Cause everyday I'm getting farther from him
He's rubbing off on his son and he's rubbing off hard
I ask for one thing, Lord, please release his precious heart
[Refrain: Joanna Newsom]
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]
Another nigga claiming that he's never scared
Stares with eyes that's harder than a teddy bear's
Under pressure, high water like a levy is
On his knees begging the streets, let me live
He said that he'd give anything for the vengeance
When energy plummets and stomach is empty
Even old ladies get to looking like fresh meat
"Let's eat" is all those niggas say
The block is the restaurant and the feinds is the dinner plate
Living in inner state chased to a court case
Forced to break when the hammer hits the wood grains
Hard to stop when your dudes all carying and niggas on the block shoot quicker than Shawn Marion
Seems like we living to die, born buried
I'm asking, "Lord, release me" though I'm barely in
[Outro: Joanna Newsom]
And I miss your precious heart
And I miss your precious heart