SOCIAL SICKNESS – Lyrics

Title: Social Sickness
Artist: Loui Crow
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — SOCIAL SICKNESS

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — SOCIAL SICKNESS
This is what it sounds like when the body says no before the mouth even moves.
It’s a gut spell. A throat spell. A holy revolt in immune form.
I wrote it after a crash that started at brunch and ended in fever dreams.
Turns out, my body knew first.

This track is how I honor that knowing.
The sore throat that warned me.
The stomach that seized.
The back that buckled under polite lies.
The headache.
This is for the truth my body carried when I wouldn’t.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Social Sickness Really Is

Your body is the first to know when you’re about to lie.
The stomach clenches. The throat tightens. The breath shortens.
And still—you go. You smile. You say, “I’m fine.”

Social sickness isn’t fragility.
It’s a firewall.
It’s your immune system pulling the alarm because you crossed your own boundary.

This isn’t about being sensitive.
It’s about being honest.
And when you’re not, your body keeps the receipt.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:

“I don’t fake yeses. I forecast storms.”

🕯️ Ritual: Body RSVP

Step 1 — Put one hand over your gut, the other on your throat. Say the event’s name aloud.
Notice where your body tightens. That’s your answer.

Step 2 — Breathe in through your nose. Let the exhale be a soft ‘no’ out your mouth.
Not angry. Just true.

Step 3 — Whisper this: “I cancel the lie before it enters my skin.”
Then send one real RSVP to something you never wanted to say yes to.

🖤 CROW TRUTH

Your body isn’t betraying you.
It’s blessing you with symptoms sacred enough to stop you.
Listen early. Cancel faster.
Every real no rewires your system.

🖋 LYRICS — SOCIAL SICKNESS

[VERSE 1 – The Lie That Made Me Sick]
I got sick before the brunch.
Throat clamped up. Gut threw a punch.
Smile stayed on, but my cells rebelled—
cough came fast with a side of hell.

Pressure built behind my eyes.
Voice got sweet—I weaponized.
“Can’t wait to see you!”
Body knew.
Stomach whispered, This isn’t true.

People ask, “Why always tired?”
Maybe ‘cause my calm is wired.
Maybe ‘cause I show up fake
and my nerves just pull the brake.

Walked in grinning like a hostage sketch.
Mouth said “fun,” but my gut said wretch.
Forced the grin. Said “I’m good, you too?”
Then choked on truth like bad fondue.

[HOOK – chanty, glitchy, sticky]
This is not weakness—this is wisdom in fever form.
I don’t flinch—I forecast the storm.
Social sickness. Lie collapse.
I fake a yes, my body snaps.

This is not fragile—this is the shield.
Every sore throat’s a truth revealed.
Say no early. Cancel fast.
Fake smiles make the symptoms last.

[VERSE 2 – The Fallout]
Came home hollow.
Didn’t speak.
Mascara smeared on a pillow crease.
Ignored my phone, stared at the wall—
didn’t lift a limb ‘til the moon would fall.

Lymph nodes flared. Gut said nope.
Fever dreams with a mind on rope.
Laughed at the party. Smiled at the bar.
Now I’m shaking in bed like a wrecked old car.

They say I vanish.
Say I ghost.
But I host a haunting in my bones.
Every fake nod? Nervous debt.
Now I’m coughing up regret.

Lost the thread.
Forgot my name.
Rage and fog—same damn game.
I bent too much.
Said “I’m fine.”
Now my body screams in rhyme.

[CHORUS – stacked + louder]
This is not weakness—this is wisdom in fever form.
I don’t flinch—I forecast the storm.
Social sickness. Lie collapse.
I fake a yes, my spine snaps.

This is not fragile—this is the shield.
Every sore throat’s a truth revealed.
Say no early. Cancel fast.
Fake smiles make the symptoms last.

[VERSE 3 – The Break + The Body’s Yes]
Didn’t go.
Didn’t lie.
Let the text come through. Let the moment die.
No “next time.”
No soft decline.
Wrapped myself in a no that’s mine.

Lit that candle.
Took the cup.
Laid on the floor and gave it up.
Body exhaled. Fists unwound.
Just breath. Just now. Just solid ground.

My throat stayed open.
No exit scheme.
Didn’t need to fake or leave mid-scene.
Didn’t wear the smile that splits.
Didn’t nod with a gut in fits.

Drank like water was a spell.
Ate like I deserved to dwell.
Skipped the thing I never chose—
and felt my soul come back in clothes.

[FINAL HOOK – echo chant stack]
This is not weakness—this is wisdom in fever form.
I don’t flinch—I forecast the storm.
Social sickness. Lie collapse.
I fake a yes, my body snaps.

This is not fragile—this is the shield.
Every sore throat’s a truth revealed.
Say no early. Cancel fast.
Every real “no” makes the symptoms pass.

[CHANT OUTRO – breath-timed, 4-4-6-4]
I don’t owe the room my voice.
I don’t owe the mask my skin.
I don’t owe the night my body.
I don’t have to go again.

My no is a healing signal.
My silence resets the code.
My breath is sacred exit.
My truth is what I’m owed.

I don’t explain the cancel.
I don’t decorate the wound.
I don’t offer guilt as garnish.
I just leave the crowded room.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
The inner ache of faking it. The shame spiral of canceling plans. The mystery of why you get sick before or after social events—and blaming yourself for it. This is for people who feel broken by everyday gatherings, wondering why their body always bails. It names the wound: overfunctioning, over-smiling, self-abandonment disguised as “being polite.”

✨ What’s the soul win?
Relief. Permission. A holy reframe. Readers leave with a new map of truth: their immune system as ally, their gut as oracle, their no as healing. The body isn’t weak—it’s wise. Every flare-up is feedback. Every cancel is a comeback.