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 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 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 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 You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot Hey, hey 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 arse 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're 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 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 You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot Ooh, 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 You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot
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 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 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 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 You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot Hey, hey 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 arse 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're 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 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 You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot Ooh, 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 You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot
Sua estreia nas paradas musicais foi impulsionada por um viral no aplicativo de compartilhamento de vídeos TikTok.
A faixa alcançou o primeiro lugar em pelo menos seis países: Reino Unido, Austrália, Bélgica, Croácia, Irlanda e Israel.
Nos Estados Unidos, ela se tornou o primeiro hit do top 40 de Lola Young como artista solo na Billboard Hot 100, chegando à 14ª posição.
A música liderou a tabela Pop Airplay nos EUA, consolidando seu sucesso no formato radiofônico popular.
Lola Young ganhou o Grammy na categoria Melhor Performance Solista de Pop na 68ª cerimônia do prêmio.
A canção também conquistou uma indicação a Melhor Alternativo nos MTV Video Music Awards de 2025.
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