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Messy
429
Pop
Messy was released on October 6, 2025 by Sony Music Entertainment España, S.L. as a part of the album Messy - Single
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Release DateOctober 6, 2025
LabelSony Music Entertainment España, S.L.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM111

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claudia Arenas
Claudia Arenas
Lead Vocals
Olivia Bay
Olivia Bay
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Luke Dickinson
Conor Luke Dickinson
Songwriter
Lola Emily Mary Young
Lola Emily Mary Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xasqui Ten
Xasqui Ten
Producer

Lyrics

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 turned 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
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 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 out gettin' 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
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Written by: Carter Lang, Conor Luke Dickinson, Lola Emily Mary Young, Scott Zhang
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