Freshman 15 Video (MV)

They say you are what you eat, meal plan laid out for the week
I get to choose what I want, thinking I'm so strong but I'm weak
It's just the wrong type of food, inhaling all of this mess
Easy accessible dining, I over eat nonetheless
I got this lust of the flesh, I got this pride in my heart
I'm tryna sweat it all out but I just keep missing the mark
Up on the treadmill I go, running in circles it feels
I wanna shift the dead weight but learning comparison kills
And it kills my heart and it hurts my soul, like I'm stuck in a hole
Battle of the mind and I'm behind the bars without parole
Its a daily show like Trevor Noah but I know I guy
Who relieves my burdens if I cast it at feet and scout away from them Samaos
Some more of this, and some more of that
But He knocks em out in a coma just like Rocky Balboa
Anything I'm loving, desiring wanting more than Christ
Is an idol of the heart, I simply gotta sacrifice
I ain't got no Bible, but I've got idols on my shelf
And I've got, pictures on my wall
And I've got idols on my shelf, Lord
And I've got pictures hanging off of my wall
But I'm taking them down Lord, I'm taking them down Lord, I'm taking them down
I'm taking them down Lord, I'm taking them down Lord, I'm taking them down
From the shelf, to the wall, creation and to the fall
I know the price of the call; Crazy I still I wanna ball out
I got boxes of J's (Jordans), like I sold my soul (Sole)
But I want what I want, and I take what I get cuz I got my own goals
Count it up, count it up, wait... is it worth it
It'll be lit in my casket with money left to cohabit
Loving creation... dismissing the maker
Begin to worship our stuff so in conclusion we're takers
You see... chea... I'm taking em down, but I peep the tension
See these weights are idols... it fights for my attention
Lack of contentment is like a modern day lynching
I always pick up my phone just to check for a mention
Geeze... Idle time is a spiral... power trip is the rival
I be thinking I'm free... but I'm a slave to them idols
They promise so much and deliver so little
Climbing up the success ladder, left me empty and brittle
I'm nothing but clay like Cassius, but always I run where the cash is
Skip down the yellow brick road, but its eroding and is set to explode
I'm actually shedding the pounds, my faith is holding me down
Truly its holding me up, died to myself and put down my crown
Reliable than the dough, the fame, the status, clothes on the side
Exchanging God's truth for lies, can't satisfy, no compromise
Thinking I got the power, but its controlling me
Gotta put God back on His throne, where He's suppose to be
I ain't got no Bible, but I've got idols on my shelf
And I've got, pictures on my wall
And I've got idols on my shelf, Lord
And I've got pictures hanging off of my wall
But I'm taking them down Lord, I'm taking them down Lord, I'm taking them down
I'm taking them down Lord, I'm taking them down Lord, I'm taking them down