Toussaint Morrison - New Crush | Текст песни

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• Toussaint Morrison
• New Crush

She said “But you don’t look black”.
I was like “Yeah…
Do you need a name for everything you’re lookin’ at?”
She was like “Trill…
Cos when I look at you I feel my heart movin’ fast”
I was like “For real?...
Cos against a mirror I don’t know who I’m lookin’ at”.
She said “Look’a here…

The reason we say struggle is the odds are against you
The past isn’t past, it’s just somethin’ that we’ve been through
It’ll come around again even if you’re careful
And leave you on the other side of the glass to stare through
There’s no bottom when it comes down to it
They got us six feet and diggin’ deeper to prove it
Words speak less and got the game so diluted
That when you stand your ground, they wanna call it a movement

The world turns but to no revolution
The streets resolve to no resolution
But I can feel it, a storm’s brewin’
And even if they cut my tongue, my action’s will still speak fluent
Violence begets my expressions
These teachers mistake my anger for adolescence
However this goes down, I just want you to know
I can serve as your reflection even when the mirror won’t

“I love you”… it’s for amateurs and the soaps
I’m fully willin’ to do what the words don’t
The skies change, but the feelin’ won’t fade
When you’re in the face of death before the 12th grade
We’re the future reborn
No Doc, no Marty, no Bishop, no Forge
Don’t call it teen anxt,
But I’m crushin’ on ya like Chicago beneath Megatron’s waist
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The color of my heart
Is the brown from your eyes
It beats like a street fight after dark
Look out, look out, look out
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Now, I won’t lie
But I got a crush
And it’s on you
Yeah, it’s on you
No dancin’ around
I’ll get straight to the point
I wanna rock with you
I wanna rock with you
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I used to love to watch things tear apart
Especially when I could say it was my fault
The moon got me lifted so high up
I thought I was above the fires I set. Pride talks,
But ain’t enough to ride happily
While you’re spinnin’ fairytales into Greek Tragedies
But when I saw you in the hallway between classes
Lookin’ finer than a machine that kills fascists

You turned this villain’s heart from the darkside
To studyin’ parkside, stratification, apartheid
Seminole Wars and social justice more than part-time
Made plans to get tattoos that read brown pride
Aside from the struggle
I’m not afraid to walk away and still love you
Don’t call it teen angst
But I’m crushin’ on you like the undead standin’ up against Frey

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