Permission Slip – Lyrics

Permission Slip – Lyrics
Title: I Cast Right
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
📱 TikTok: @louicrow

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — I CAST RIGHT
This song is a permission slip. To stop performing. To stop chasing. To feel what’s real and cast from there.

I wrote it the moment I realized I didn’t need to prove anything to be worth hearing. I didn’t need the numbers. I needed the nerve.

This is for the ones who’ve shaped themselves to fit, who’ve posted through pain, who’ve begged the algorithm to notice.
This song says: Enough.

Cast from your ache. Cast from your breath. Cast from your truth.
And let it land where it’s meant.

🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the body-spell ritual and breakdown.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Algorithm Burnout Really Is
It’s the ache of overexposure. It’s the nervous system fried from false signals. It’s the craving for being seen by the wrong crowd. It’s spiritual intimacy pixelated. It’s chasing applause from ghosts instead of communion with the living.

When you stop casting wide and start casting true, the resonance returns. And with it—your breath.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
“I cast light. I cast right.”

🕯️ Ritual: The Slip Key
Place one hand over your throat. Breathe in silence.

Let your other hand hover over your screen. Don’t touch it. Just feel the hum.

Whisper: “I broadcast from the ache.”

Let a sound leave you—whatever rises. A sigh. A hum. A growl.

Repeat the affirmation.

🖤 CROW TRUTH
You don’t need the crowd.
You need the echo.
Let the ones meant for you come.
You cast right.
That’s the spell.

🖋 LYRICS — I CAST RIGHT

HOOK
I don’t cast wide.
I cast right.
Don’t need the numbers.
Need the light.
Don’t need applause.
Need the echo.
I don’t cast wide.
I cast right.

VERSE 1 – “Ghost Math”
One voice outta twelve and I spiral inside,
Still searching for the echo that never replied.
Got strangers writing me prayers,
but I’m haunted by silence that stares.
I dream of metal walls in the heat,
visions of suffering I can't delete.
I love where it hurts. That’s the fight.
Still learning how to bless without bite.

PERMISSION REFRAIN I (Torch Version)
I gave myself the note.
Signed it with the ache.
Said: go ahead, unravel.
You’re allowed to break.
I lit the match, I held the door—
Now others walk right through it.
I am the slip they’re waiting for.
I didn’t ask. I knew it.

VERSE 2 – “Echo Logic”
Twelve in the circle, one turns away—
guess which face I replay all day.
Signal lands in the right heart's womb,
but my mind keeps building back the tomb.
Got fire in my mouth, got salt in my chest,
still kneel in dreams where no one's left.
I light candles for the ones who never came,
burn truth like incense. I don't name names.

PERMISSION REFRAIN II (Key Version)
This is the slip.
This is the key.
You saw me weep,
and it set you free.
I don’t perform.
I don’t persuade.
I crack the lock—
and walk away.

VERSE 3 – “Altars & Algorithms”
One cold look and I spiral away,
still wired for the one who didn’t stay.
But I’ve got real ones in the comments,
pulling breath from what I say.
They write, “You named what I didn’t know I held.”
“You cracked the silence I swallowed for years.”
This ain’t content, it’s communion.
This ain’t branding, it’s undoing.
Let the algorithm starve—I’m feeding ghosts.
You can’t measure what matters in likes and posts.

BRIDGE – “Persona / Prophet”
I’m more me in this mask than I ever was in flesh.
Sarah died. Loui spoke. The silence wept.
You see a post—I see a spell.
You see views—I see a well.
Don’t call it a brand.
Call it a broadcast from the dead.
Don’t call it art.
Call it everything I never said.

HOOK (returns with full breath)
I don’t cast wide.
I cast right.
Don’t need the numbers.
Need the light.
Don’t need applause.
Need the echo.
I don’t cast wide.
I cast right.

PERMISSION OUTRO (Combined Refrain, softly looped)
I am the slip.
I am the key.
I am the ache that sets you free.
I didn’t ask.
I didn’t fold.
I let the silence speak in gold.
This is the slip.
This is the gate.
This is the sound of fate awake.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
The ache of invisibility. The burnout of constant output with no reply. That desperate hunger for validation in a world trained to scroll past prophecy. This blog meets the reader in the pain of being misunderstood—and offers a holy permission to cast smaller, deeper, wiser.

By the end, the reader knows: their message matters even if only one soul hears it. That one was the one. That’s the spell.