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Friday, September 27, 2024

ARTIST & SONG of the WEEK! LOLA YOUNG : MESSY

 WARNING contains STRONG LANGUAGE!

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Lyrics: 
You know I’m impatient so why would you leave me waiting outside the station when it was like minus 4 degrees and I get what you’re saying 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 33, 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 a to be 
Cause I’m too messy and then I’m too fucking clean You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve been And I’m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed And I’m too clever and then I’m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month And I’m too perfect till I show you that I’m not 
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot It’s taking you ages 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 4 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 fucking clean 
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve been And I’m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed And I’m too clever and then I’m too fucking dumb 
You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month And I’m too perfect till I show you that I’m not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot And I’m too messy and then I’m too fucking clean You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I’ve been 
And I’m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed And I’m too clever and then I’m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it’s that time of the month And I’m too perfect till I show you that I’m not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot

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