CHEWED UP BUBBLE GUM – Lyrics

Title: Chewed Up Bubble Gum
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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This one slides. Then it strikes. It's sticky trance wisdom with teeth. A rhythmic rewire of the Law of Attraction, straight from the source of nervous system magick and emotional GPS. It’s what happens when you stop rehearsing your pain like a monologue and start living like every breath is a broadcast.

This is Abraham Hicks in headphones. Segment intending through syllables. Real-time spellwork for the future you choose, not the one that echoes old wounds.

This isn’t mindset fluff. It’s frequency craft. It’s a declaration:
🗣 Chewed up bubble gum’s got no flavor left to tell.

🖋 LYRICS — CHEWED UP BUBBLE GUM

[VERSE 1 – Laid back, slick, rhymes that roll and bite]
What you’re living? Already done.
Chewed up bubble gum.
Old thoughts, stale tongue.
I’m done gnawin’ on what's been spun.
This ain’t the future, it’s a rerun.
Same old script with a new sun.
Kept rehearsing all my pain,
Then blamed the world when it came.
I used to say "why me?"
Till I saw the truth through teeth.
The now’s not fresh. It’s history’s breath.
I shift by where I place belief.

[HOOK – Chanted, trancey, mantra-style]
Now I think on the things I want.
I breathe in the reason why.
Not 'cause it's gone—'cause it's mine.
Chewed up bubble gum.
Spit it out.
Write a new line.
I think on the things I want.
And why I want them.
That’s how I rise.

[VERSE 2 – Bouncier flow, still poetic, beat deepens]
The universe don’t read my lips.
She reads my cells.
She listens through my ribcage,
not the fake shit that I tell.
Say “I’m fine,” but my gut hums war.
Guess what shows up?
More.
It’s vibration, not presentation.
The body holds the score.
Beliefs? Just thoughts with miles.
Said too long, they wear your smile.
But I rewrite mine with sweat and style—
Bleed a new truth on every trial.

[PRE-HOOK – Quieter, spirals into hook again]
Start small. Start soft.
One slow breath resets the clock.
My cat purrs. I sit up straight.
Hands go loose. Jaw unlocks.
Feet go flat. Thoughts go quiet.
That’s how I shift the script off autopilot.

[HOOK – Repeat, layer in harmonies or ghost vocals]
I think on the things I want.
I breathe in the reason why.
Not 'cause it's gone—'cause it's mine.
Chewed up bubble gum.
Spit it out.
Write a new line.
I think on the things I want.
And why I want them.
That’s how I rise.

[VERSE 3 – Bolder, sharper, truth punches]
The universe mirrors, not judges.
She don’t test me—she delivers.
Worried mind? Here’s more fear.
Relaxed soul? Here’s warm rivers.
Now I don’t wait for proof, I channel.
Dream it real. That’s my panel.
No more "fix it"—I tune my channel.
No more fight—just light through flannel.

This isn’t the future—it’s feedback.
Life just echoing the last track.
I kept telling the same old story,
Then got mad when it played back.

[SPOKEN “WHY” LIST – Anchoring beliefs into the body]
What’s my why?
I want peace in my chest
'Cause it feels like walking without armor.
I want love that lets me rest
'Cause I shine brighter when I don’t have to guard myself.
I want a body that says yes
'Cause aligned cells speak like joy.
I want a home that feels like breath
'Cause belonging clears my channel.
I want money in my hands
'Cause choice tastes better than fear.
I want friendships that feel light
'Cause laughter opens the gate.
I want ease in my days
'Cause flow brings power without push.
I want passion in my work
'Cause creative fire is how I pray.
I want time to stretch wide
'Cause rushing breaks my rhythm.
I want truth in my relationships
'Cause honesty lets me stay.
I want a future I trust
'Cause security is the spell that lets me dance.
I want joy in my breath
'Cause that’s how the next moment arrives.
I want softness in my mornings
'Cause the way I rise shapes the day.

[BRIDGE – Vivid, dreamy, future self visioning]
Future me steps out the car.
This isn’t a wish—this is how.
I’m at the beach.
The sun wraps me like a vow.
Warm sand grips the heel of my foot.
Salt in my nose—
it feels good.

That’s alignment. That’s the cut.
This isn’t pretend— it’s practice.
This is how new timelines erupt.
I don’t chase.
I choose.
I don’t plead.
I move.

[HOOK – Final drop, everything in]
I think on the things I want.
I breathe in the reason why.
Not 'cause it's gone—'cause it's mine.
Chewed up bubble gum.
Spit it out.
Write a new line.
I think on the things I want.
And why I want them.
That’s how I rise.

[OUTRO – Spoken, steady breath between bars]
You are the thinker of the thought.
And as you think it—you feel it.
And as you feel it—it becomes.
Feel better now.
That’s the only spell.
Chewed up bubble gum’s got no flavor left to tell.

Chewed up bubble gum.
Spit it out.
Chewed up bubble gum.
Spit it out.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?

This song breaks the trance of repetition. It targets the sticky, chewed-up thoughts that keep replaying loops of lack, fear, control, and fake calm. It reclaims belief as an embodied act—not a wish, but a nervous system choice.

This is for the ones who’ve lived in cycles so long they forgot they could opt out.
It teaches the ritual of re-focusing, segment intending, and rewriting from the breath up.

Soul Win: The listener learns to shift without shame. To regulate before reacting. To believe on purpose.

🖤 CROW BLESSING

May your tongue forget the taste of stale fear.
May your breath remember how to shift the wind.
May your thoughts become spellwork, not static.
And when the old story rises,
may you spit it out like chewed up bubble gum.