Freshman 15 Lyrics

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