Lola Young may be “Messy,” but she’s been climbing the chart with her breakthrough, viral single.
“Messy” hit No. 1 on the U.K. Singles Chart, dethroning Gracie Abrams’ “That’s So True.” The track also peaked at No. 14 on the Billboard Hot 100.
“What I’m realizing about myself as an artist is that I’m not about the glitz and the glam — I don’t scream ‘Hollywood’,” the rising star previously told Billboard of her musical journey. “For a long time, I wanted to represent this ideal of Westernized beauty – but then I realized I’m not that. I now choose to give realness and truth. I’ve got a bit of a belly out, I f–cking swear a bunch and I have fun. And that’s what people are resonating with.”
Below, find the lyrics to Lola Young’s “Messy.”
You know I’m impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees? And I
I get what you’re sayin’
I just really don’t wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I’m gonna die, lucky if I turn thirty-three
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I’m not skinny and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
‘Cause I’m too messy, and then I’m too f—ing clean
You told me, “Get a job”, then you ask where the hell I’ve been
And I’m too perfect ’til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I’m too clever and then I’m too f—ing dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month
And I’m too perfect ’til I show you that I’m not
A thousand people I could be for you when you hate the f—ing lot
You hate the f—ing lot
You hate the f—ing lot
You hate, you hate
It’s taking you ages
You still don’t get the hint I’m not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice and
Please, don’t pull those faces
When I’ve been out working my a– off all day
It’s just one bottle of wine or two, but, hey
You can’t even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o’clock
And then you come home to me?
And don’t say hello ’cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
‘Cause I’m too messy, and then I’m too f—ing clean
You told me, “Get a job”, then you ask where the hell I’ve been
And I’m too perfect ’til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I’m too clever and then I’m too f—ing dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month
And I’m too perfect ’til I show you that I’m not
A thousand people I could be for you when you hate the f—ing lot
You hate the f—ing lot
You hate the f—ing lot
Oh, and I’m too messy, and then I’m too f—ing clean
You told me, “Get a job”, then you ask where the hell I’ve been
And I’m too perfect ’til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I’m too clever and then I’m too f—ing dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month
And I’m too perfect ’til I show you that I’m not
A thousand people I could be for you when you hate the f—ing lot
You hate the f—ing lot
You hate the f—ing lot
You hate the f—ing lot
You hate the f—ng lot
Lyrics licensed & provided by LyricFind
WRITERS
Lola Young, Conor Dickinson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
