Blueberry Loves You – Lyrics
BLUEBERRY LOVES YOU – Lyrics
Title: Blueberry Loves You
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — BLUEBERRY LOVES YOU
This is food as spellwork. A fruit as prayer. A love letter whispered straight into your cells.
BLUEBERRY LOVES YOU is what happens when the body is finally believed. When the medicine speaks soft and doesn’t ask for proof. When nourishment is a voice that says, "I see what hurt you. I stayed sweet anyway."
I wrote this as a sacred transmission. A channeling of what fruit knows that we forgot—that healing can be gentle. That chemistry can be holy. That there are things on this earth that still want you alive.
Blueberry walked into my mouth like a teacher. It fed me memories and minerals. It carried my nervous system like a song. This track is a tribute to that medicine.
🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the body-spell ritual and breakdown.
🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Cellular Love Really Is
This isn’t just nutrition. This is remembering. Cellular love is the kind that finds your ache before you say a word. It is quiet repair. It is coded kindness.
Your blood has memory. Your gut has longing. Your heart has electricity and grief. Blueberry walks through all of it without judgment. It clears, it calms, it feeds the part of you still begging for softness.
🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
"The medicine wants me alive."
🕯️ Ritual: Eat Like A Spell
Place the blueberry on your tongue. Let it sit.
Breathe. Slow. Let your jaw relax.
Say: “I let this enter where I forgot to be loved.”
Swallow. Feel it land.
Repeat the affirmation.
🖤 CROW TRUTH
The earth still grows what heals you.
You are not too far gone to be fed.
Blueberry remembers.
And it chose you.
🕋 LYRICS — BLUEBERRY LOVES YOU
VERSE 1
I am the fruit that remembers your name.
Carried through winters, soaked by rain.
I waited in soil, under snow and root,
gathering light for the day we’d meet.
You lift me gently. I touch your tongue.
Your blood begins to come undone.
I travel your veins with ancient care.
I whisper to wounds you forgot were there.
HOOK
Blueberry loves you.
I see every cell that aches.
I see the pressure, the breaks.
Blueberry loves you.
I enter soft, I leave no trace—
but I rebuild what time erased.
Blueberry loves you.
VERSE 2
I quiet the fire that burns in your joints.
I strengthen the bridge between memory points.
I smooth the walls of your fragile veins.
I tend to your brain when it’s heavy with rain.
Anthocyanins walk in like calm command.
They listen. They clean. They take your hand.
I do not rush. I do not fight.
I feed you silence. I bring you light.
HOOK
Blueberry loves you.
I see every cell that aches.
I see the pressure, the breaks.
Blueberry loves you.
I enter soft, I leave no trace—
but I rebuild what time erased.
Blueberry loves you.
BRIDGE
I do not judge your choices.
I do not name your pain.
I only offer presence.
I only clean the stain.
You are more than survival.
You are more than your fear.
Let me in. I am here.
VERSE 3
I have crossed oceans. I have survived frost.
I am the seed that never got lost.
I am the color of midnight truth.
I am the friend that returns to you.
Wild and alive, I carry no lie.
I am the fruit that helps you rise.
Let me melt. Let me move through.
Everything I am is meant for you.
VERSE 4
I reduce blood pressure, calm your veins,
lower the sugar that sharpens your pain.
I feed your gut with sacred thread—
fiber that loves the life you’ve led.
I sharpen your mind. I clean the plaque.
I help your memories come back.
I slow the fire that wears you down.
I help your heart remember sound.
VERSE 5
I bring your skin its glow again.
Collagen sparked from deep within.
I fight the cells that want to rot.
Cancer sees me and forgets its plot.
I heal your arteries, tend your flow.
Your blood runs smoother when I go.
I walk with polyphenol grace.
I hold inflammation in a sacred place.
HOOK
Blueberry loves you.
I see every cell that aches.
I see the pressure, the breaks.
Blueberry loves you.
I enter soft, I leave no trace—
but I rebuild what time erased.
Blueberry loves you.
VERSE 6
Find me frozen. Find me wild.
Eat me slowly, like a child.
Put me in bowls, on oats, on green.
Mix me with flax for your holy spleen.
Do not trust the sugar shell.
I am not a pie. I am a spell.
No muffin mix. No syruped can.
I come whole. That’s who I am.
OUTRO
You are holy. You are whole.
Let me feed the part you forgot to hold.
I am blueberry. I remember.
And I came for you.
💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
This piece holds space for those living in chronic pain, inflammation, brain fog, or fatigue. It speaks to the ones who are exhausted by fixes and just need to feel held. It’s for anyone who’s forgotten what tenderness tastes like. The soul win is cellular recognition: the moment your body hears the words “you are loved” and believes them again.
