Favourite Game

Song: Favourite Game

Album: Lesser Restoration

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released May 19, 2017

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Katie, it’ll take more than salvation

The world shifted 4 inches but I never felt the wave hit

This planet’s swallowin’ itself, we can’t claim it

And I’m sure now more than ever it’s not what we take with

Let alone who your God thinks you should be datin’

The after-life can wait, right now this world needs savin’

If you didn’t have so many definitions, I’d kiss ya

Hard. Until your knees wondered what hit ya.

So, Katie, heaven or hell, please tell me my destination

Jesus has patients, but he sure isn’t waitin’

We used to watch cops, everyday, regulate their God-complex

Walkin’ with Abdullahi and Muhammad around the Plaza

But all praises be to Allah, if we get there

Talkin’ to my grandfather over his grave, with a warm beer

Because Katie, you got more walls than most

But it won’t stop me from speakin’ thru’em like mailin’ letters to prisoners post

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For all we know and all we don’t

Everything was meant to change

Tomorrow’s comin’ round and today is goin’ out

It’ll never be the same

But I know, I know, I know, I know

For me, you will never fade.

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Kyle, I dig your hat, I dig your style

I’m mildly obsessed and I don’t care to fight it

Ever since I saw you at Bon Apetit with Steph

He’d introduce you as Cecil and then say you lost the bet

And there it was, back then it seemed so species

You planted a tree at the extinction of the Cenospecies

I watched it grow until I had to graduate

And attend a funeral after The Blend dug its own grave

I tried talkin’ to Dotty, but she was already pilled up

Rantin’ that rap can’t save you, but credits her life to hip-hop

Got it

Took another Lexapro and she popped it

But amongst the metro I too slowly let go

Your voice and cadence are few of the things I withhold

Long live the tree that blooms all seasons in your garden

Long live the hands that give it water, long live the otter

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It’s not my place to put your name out in the open

But want to say what I couldn’t, during visiting hours at St. Joseph’s

Playing Go Fish at the inpatient lounge

With enough sedated rage to shake the foundations off the ground

The weight in your veins, the colors that came back to your face

The truth that saved this page from a eulogy for an early grave

To say “I love you” doesn’t come close to the zip code or continent

Where my heart lives for your livelihood

I wanted to be a monolith, but the ceiling still fell

And there we were, playing cards in rehab while we could still feel

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t be more,

That I couldn’t find the words until I was starin’ at this coffeeshop’s floor

Curses, bad luck and adversity lose all currency at your entrance,

as your will flexes beyond the permanent

I never met your father, but if he’s anything your made of

I’d day happy to be half that man. Say love.

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