Idol Time Dillon Chase (Ft. 808 BEEZY)

I treat my phone like a person
Yeah that be making me nervous
I took a day of observance
To watch how I cave to the current
Act like I got nothing to do
Wheew none of that’s true
I push the button and snooze
My flesh it got something to prove
Sleep don't help
Idols they know how to wait
Keep myself
From a life that will not tolerate
Making idols out of anything
Graven image from a six inch screen
In between
Purpose and prison scenes
Worship and wicked deeds
The motivation and manipulation
Flesh takes advantage of the situation
Carved out time to carve out idols
Brought to life by imagination
My deity is the TV screen
My temple is this temptation
Impatient
No God if it means waiting on Him face it
My idols right on time in my idle time
These thoughts of mine
They're the darkest kind
Ain’t no telling what will start demise
When lowest levels coldest devils where my hearts inclined
He tells me I am made for something better
Made to crave Yahweh nothing can
Measure
Idle hands will shame and slave I’m left for
Idols man the praise portrayed is lesser
So I know I gotta kill em
Let these idols die a villain