Holy Nights Video (MV)

Yea
I had to push on the gas
Don't go back
Left shit in the past
I-35 don't crash
Drove too fast
Can't look at the dash
Ran with a loot, made a stash
I hit a juke with a jab
Then pulled a fluke, came back
'87 MJ, oh he bad
All the bridges opened up on me
I was isolated, isolated, I
Get the rendezvous memo, decline
Young Bartholomew a nigga divine
Til I follow thru and pour up a pint
I won't bother you that's waste of my time
In the solitude I'm losing my mind
Tryna prosecute myself for my crimes
F*cked up
This shit got me f*cked up
Kick it solo
Niggas minds twisted like nunchucks
Dumb chumps
They rather see me stuck in a conundrum
Slip some shit into my drink
No clue of my consumption
But I'm death rider hoe
Put them burdens right on my back
Rock that mug like it's new Burberry
Ain't no more Burlington bags
Its bags under my eyes
Cuz I lose sleep when I see cash
Lost some friends
Made a few bands
Don't take a geek to do that math
If we cross paths I'm passing
Need to hit up my pastor
Planning vacation for calm pools
And green pastures
Sobering up
So sick and tired of getting plastered
Practically dodged my death
Coulda been in a disaster...
Sinful days
Holy nights
Running thru the dark
Clinging to the light
Cursed ways
Open mind
Failing to escape
What I left behind
Sinful days
Holy nights
Running thru the dark
Clinging to the light
Cursed ways
Open mind
Failing to escape
What I left behind
Sinful days
Holy nights
Running thru the dark
Clinging to the light
Cursed ways
Open mind
Failing to escape
What I left behind
So I'm back on my BS
We still living on the edge
We still
I'm back on my BS