New Crush

Song: New Crush 

Album: [Bonus Track] Fast Times At Trillmont High

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released June 18, 2013

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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 12^th 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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Chorus

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

Chorus