Lord Release - Intellectual

[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

[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

[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

[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