WIFEY GOT A GOOD LIFE – Lyrics

WIFEY GOT A GOOD LIFE
Loui Crow - Streaming Everywhere

Yeah…
It’s 10:53.
You don’t rush moments like this.

VERSE 1
10:53 the clock it hums so slight
Saturday night feels like moonlight
Our son Truman laughing with his dad
In the kitchen, chaos never felt so rad
Popcorn on the floor and a truck in my shoe,
He hums in the kitchen like the whole world’s new.
The love in this mess doesn’t need to be right—
Wifey got a good life.

VERSE 2
Their hair curly wild a beautiful storm
A picture of love in its truest form
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Pinch myself love's all I feel
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Pinch myself love's all I feel

CHORUS
This life I got, it's pure and sweet
Every moment feels like a heartbeat treat
Hubby by my side our world complete
His laugh in the room makes everything sweet

VERSE 3
Steam on the window, joy in the mess
Rice on the flame, hearts at rest
Tru’s got trucks, and Dad plays too
They both forget I’m watching the view
No ring light, no feed, no post to make
Just a wild little storm that we helped make
I lean on the wall like it’s holy space
This kind of love doesn’t need a chase
Popcorn on the floor and a truck in my shoe,
He hums in the kitchen like the whole world’s new.
The love in this mess doesn’t need to be right—
Wifey got a good life.
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Pinch myself love's all I feel

CHORUS
This life I got it's pure and sweet
Every moment feels like a heartbeat treat
Hubby by my side our world complete
His laugh in the room makes everything sweet

VERSE 4
Kitchen tiles dirty from his little feet dance
Time stands still in this fleeting trance
Dishes undone but who really cares
Love's in the air it’s everywhere
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Pinch myself love's all I feel

BRIDGE
The world outside can wait a while
Here in this chaos I find my smile
The clock ticks on but I don't mind
This is the treasure some never find

CHORUS
This life I got it's pure and sweet
Every moment feels like a heartbeat treat
Hubby by my side our world
We built this life with hands and heat
Popcorn on the floor and a truck in my shoe,
He hums in the kitchen like the whole world’s new.
The love in this mess doesn’t need to be right—
Wifey got a good life.
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Pinch myself love's all I feel

RAP BREAK
We stayed when the silence got loud in our chest
We prayed through the panic, still gave it our best
Now I sip these moments like the finest tea
Truth on the floor and it's staring at me
Tru with a crayon, draws on the wall
Justin doesn’t care, he just lets it all fall
Laughter erupts like a break in the sky
And I thank this breath that we stayed and tried
Door swings open, evening air
Tru on the porch with his teddy bear
Justin lights sage to clear the breeze
We sit on the steps and exhale ease

CHORUS
This life I got it's pure and sweet
Every moment feels like a heartbeat treat
Hubby by my side our world complete
Fought through the dark to land on our feet
The timer beeps, the rice is cold
But this moment here feels bright and bold
I’d choose it again, this kitchen scene
Over every version I’ve ever dreamed

VERSE 2 – REPRISE
Their hair curly wild a beautiful storm
A picture of love in its truest form
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Pinch myself love's all I feel
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Pinch myself love's all I feel

OUTRO
Yeah…
The clock still hums.
The world still waits.
But I’m right here.
And this…
This is the life I was meant to live.
Am I dreaming or is this real?
Pinch myself love's all I feel
Popcorn on the floor and a truck in my shoe…
Wifey got a good life.

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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