Good VVitch — Lyrics
ABOUT THE SONG — GOOD VVITCH
(keep scrolling for numerology, myth map, and full lyrics)
This one is a diary disguised as a spell.
I wrote Good VVitch as a way to practice the self I’m becoming—not a master, not a sage, just someone learning how to rest, how to shift, how to not flinch when the feelings show up at my doorstep.
It’s strange (and funny) how the universe mirrors back whatever tone I strike, so this whole song became a training spell for tone. A hum in the mouth. A click in the chest.
M and K sounds everywhere—the mmm of mantra and the k-k-k click of clarity.
It’s how the Crow talks when it’s trying to steady me.
Magick, I’m learning, isn’t just moons and herbs.
It’s focus as a martial art, like my song says.
It’s “don’t fix it, feel through.”
It’s learning one tiny shift instead of fighting the whole storm.
This song is where my magickal studies, my emotional practice, and my humor all tripped into each other.
I eat the way the did in Eden, I let plants heal my body.
I study ease.
I mess up rituals.
I Google herbs and still say the names wrong.
The incense works anyway.
That’s the part that makes me laugh—magick seems to care more about sincerity than perfection.
I’m not a master witch.
I’m a good one—in the sense that “good” means I choose to do no harm, I skip the black magick path, I bless not bind, I change myself instead of trying to change you.
That kind of good.
This whole piece is just me sharing what I’m learning, not what anyone else should do.
I use songwriting as a way to hypnotize myself into alignment.
The lyrics are my sigils.
The rhyme is the ritual.
The melody is my mood shift.
If someone else finds medicine in it, I’m grateful—but I wrote it for the version of me who still forgets her own power and needs to hear:
“Good witch — you got this.”
🪶 CROW’S MYTH MAP OF THE SONG
Crow says magick begins where your patience meets your mistake.
Where the dishwater teaches.
Where the breath shifts the room.
Where humor breaks the curse.
This song sits in that place between:
the student and the spell,
mirror and the mood,
desire and the discipline.
It’s chaos magick in the mundane:
not chaos as destruction, but chaos as play, as experimentation, as willingness to try things without needing to be perfect.
It’s the quiet lineage some teachers I love:
the one who says, “You can’t get there from hating here.”
the one who whispers, “Focus is a martial art.”
the one who tells you the universe is an algorithm made of intention.
the one who won’t say their name but shows up in the mmm and k sounds when you sing along
The spell-logic of this song is simple and soft:
Bless your mess.
Shift your lens.
Laugh mid-cast.
Let it land.
The mirror in this song is the gentlest divination tool.
It’s the place where I practice not recoiling.
Where you practice meaning what I say.
Where I say “I’m a good witch” before I fully believe it—and somehow belief follows.
There’s no black magick here.
No binding. No revenge. No force.
Just willingness.
Just witness.
Just practice.
🗣️ CROW AFFIRMATION
“Good witch — you got this.
You’re learning the rhythm, not rushing the spell.”
LYRICS — GOOD VVITCH
INTRO
I’m learning what the dark can teach,
how not to flinch when feelings reach.
how to stay soft when it goes sideways.
how to mean what I say,
every thought a spell I raise.
set my vibe, the current obeys,
Crow flicks glitter in the algorithm.
good witch— you got this,
… [long pause]
the universe listens.
VERSE 1
studying ease, learning how to rest,
flunked control, I did my best.
google herbs, I mispronounce,
still the incense give me bounce.
Crow laughs kindly, moves the air
says, “learning’s just a slower prayer.”
I eat like they did in Eden
plants on my plate keep givin’
blend my greens till they start confessin’
crispy tofu, saved a chicken
Skip the moo, choose root and grain,
good witch healing from the pain.
Manifest health, pay bills by will
I’m a good witch, I treat my body well
PRE-CHORUS
Bless my mess, then shift my lens.
drink my smoothie, start again.
can’t reach joy from a bitter heart.
I’m wand and wish, focus as art.
Laugh mid-cast, seals the deal —
Humor heals. That’s how I feel.
CHORUS
Witch, not worried what they see —
Mirror magic taught me, me.
good-witch groove I’m vibrant, witch.
I’m a good witch, ready. I got this,
manifestation on lock, watch this
I’m a good witch, ready. I got this
VERSE 2
Mistakes still show — that’s okay,
show up, spell up, claim my day.
emotions are clay, make a face
Dishes teach when I clean
patience is the practicing
Crow says contrast is just chalk,
trace my outline, start to walk.
Maybe that’s the trick of will—
not to master, just to chill.
learning effort without war,
how to stop before I’m sore.
don’t fix it, I feel through,
learning what small shifts can do.
laugh so hard I startled the crow, too
[loud audible laugh]
PRE-CHORUS 2
Bless my mess, then shift my lens.
drink my smoothie, start again.
can’t reach joy from a bitter heart.
I’m wand and wish, focus as art.
Laugh mid-cast, seals the deal —
Humor heals. That’s how I feel.
CHORUS
Witch, not worried what they see —
Mirror magic taught me, me.
good-witch groove I’m vibrant, witch.
I’m a good witch, ready. I got this,
manifestation on lock, watch this
I’m a good witch, ready. I got this
BRIDGE — chant
Sip this slow—see it show,
what you think starts to grow.
Oh, shift it, lift it, don’t over-think it,
one deep breath and—boom—flip it.
I’m a good witch, no black magick,
bless not bind, that’s my practice.
Thoughts are spells, watch what you say,
the mind’s your cauldron every day.
CHORUS
Witch, not worried what they see —
Mirror magic taught me, me.
good-witch groove I’m vibrant, witch.
I’m a good witch, ready. I got this,
manifestation on lock, watch this
I’m a good witch, ready. I got this
OUTRO
Thank you body. Thank you breath.
Thank you now. Thank you next.
Thank you sun for what you give,
Happy body, happy cells.
I’m a good witch. I got this.
🪶 CROW BLESSING — QUIET SPELL FOR THE ONES WHO STAYED
If your eyes are here, Crow presses a palm of shadow on your shoulder —
not heavy, just enough to say seen.
May the dark teach you gently.
May the light meet you halfway.
May your leftovers of doubt compost into clarity.
May your mess be merciful.
May your tiny wins stack like warm stones.
May your breath remember you’re worth steadying.
If the world tilts, may you tilt with it.
If your mood wavers, may your humor catch it.
If your magic feels small, may it still move something real.
Crow leans in close:
you don’t have to master this.
You only have to begin again.
Good witch — you got this.
