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The song "Messy" by Lola Young revolves around the theme of self-acceptance and the internal struggle of trying to meet societal expectations while staying true to oneself. The protagonist of the song expresses frustration with being judged for not fitting into conventional molds and feeling pressured to conform to others' standards. Through the lyrics, the artist conveys a sense of defiance and a desire to be accepted for who they truly are.
Performed By: Lola Young
Genre(s): Alternative, Alternative Rock
Language: English
Length: 4:44
Written by: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson
Released: June 21st, 2024
Year: 2024




Lola Young - Messy Lyrics
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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
Ok, 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*cking 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*cking 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 and you hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking 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 ass 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*cking 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*cking 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 and you hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot

Oh, and I'm too messy and then I'm too f*cking 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*cking 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 and you hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
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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
Ok, 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*cking 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*cking 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 and you hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking 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 ass 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*cking 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*cking 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 and you hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot

Oh, and I'm too messy and then I'm too f*cking 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*cking 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 and you hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
You hate the f*cking lot
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Writer: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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