I know that you push me away
And you got better things to be doing than making my day
And I know, I know life can be hard
But you didn't need to scream in my face when parking your dumb little car
And I gave you an ultimatum, it's me or the weed
And you laughed in my face and said, "What the hell do you mean?"
And I just wanna be your favourite priority
But I'll never be, I'll never be and
You make it hard to see beneath the rubble
But I shovel that shit to the left
Say you're not that kind of guy
I work hard to stay in your good books
But you don't read, so why do I try?
You make it hard to see beneath the rubble
While I shovel that shit to the left
Instead of sleeping at night
I work hard to stay in your good books
So, next time, keep that in my mind
Keep that in my mind
Keep that in my mind
Mind, mind, mind
Keep that in my mind
You broke my heart and then my phone
And you're passive-aggressive
But you can't learn a lesson, you ain't been told
So that's my bad and that's my fault and I
I gave you an ultimatum, it's me or the weed
And you laughed in my face, said, "What, what the hell do you mean?"
And I just wanna be your favorite priority
But I'll never be, I'll never be and
You make it hard to see beneath the rubble
But I shovel that shit to the left
Say you're not that kind of guy
I work hard to stay in your good books
But you don't read, so why do I try?
You make it hard to see beneath the rubble
But I shovel that shit to the left
Instead of sleeping at night
I work hard to stay in your good books
So, next time, just keep that in my mind
Can you keep it in (can you keep it in, can you keep it in your mind?)
Can, can you keep it in
Can you keep it in your mind?
Keep me in, can you keep me in your mind?
Can you keep it in your mind? and, uh
You make it hard to see beneath the rubble
But I shovel that shit to the left
Say you're not that kind of guy
I work hard to stay in your good books (I stay, ay, yeah)
But you don't read (you don't even read), so why do I try?
You make it hard to see beneath the rubble
But I shovel that shit to the left
Instead of sleeping at night
I work hard to stay (to stay) in your good books
So, next time (next time), just keep that in my mind
Lola Young - This Wasn't Meant For You Anyway Album Lyrics
Lola Young - This Wasn't Meant For You Anyway Lyrics
Writer: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, Buddy Ross, Carter Lang, William Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wish You Were Dead
Can you come around?
F*ck me nice
Pull my hair
Sing me lullabies
And we can pretend that we're in love
When you come around
I'll wear red
I'll forget all the awful things you've ever said
Though we can pretend that we're in love
We can pretend that we're in love
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
For a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
But then you come around
At ten p.m.
We watch TV
And break a bit
And we can pretend that we're in love
We can pretend that we're in love
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
For a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
You come around
F*ck me nice
Pull my hair
Sing me lullabies
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
For a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
F*ck me nice
Pull my hair
Sing me lullabies
And we can pretend that we're in love
When you come around
I'll wear red
I'll forget all the awful things you've ever said
Though we can pretend that we're in love
We can pretend that we're in love
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
For a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
But then you come around
At ten p.m.
We watch TV
And break a bit
And we can pretend that we're in love
We can pretend that we're in love
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
For a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
You come around
F*ck me nice
Pull my hair
Sing me lullabies
Until I throw a punch
You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
For a sec
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
Writer: Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, Lola Young, Matthew David Zara, William Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Big Brown Eyes
You can eat shit
'Cause you f*cked up my plans
I could've called Chris, James, Nico
I could've called Sam
But you know what I did
I called your dumb arse instead
And now I wish I didn't miss your dick
Smile, your lips, your kiss
I can't get your image out of my head
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take the jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take that jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
With your big brown
With your big brown
With your big brown, big brown
(With your big brown)
You can eat shit
'Cause that's what you are
I could've called Tom, Dick, Harry
Or all of the above
But you know what I did that I shouldn't have done
I typed in your digits
'Cause I miss your dick
Your smile, your lips, your kiss
Can't get you out my head, can't get enough, and
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take the jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take that jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
With your big brown
So, baby boy
Jesus Christ, did you know that I love you?
Ha, I mean I probably shouldn't say that
I don't let anybody
Any f*cking body call me a bitch nowadays, but
When you say it like that, ha
When you say it like that with those big-arse, sexy-arse (big brown)
I kinda forget who I am for a sec
Kinda forget who I am for a sec
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take the jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take that jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
With your big brown
'Cause you f*cked up my plans
I could've called Chris, James, Nico
I could've called Sam
But you know what I did
I called your dumb arse instead
And now I wish I didn't miss your dick
Smile, your lips, your kiss
I can't get your image out of my head
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take the jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take that jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
With your big brown
With your big brown
With your big brown, big brown
(With your big brown)
You can eat shit
'Cause that's what you are
I could've called Tom, Dick, Harry
Or all of the above
But you know what I did that I shouldn't have done
I typed in your digits
'Cause I miss your dick
Your smile, your lips, your kiss
Can't get you out my head, can't get enough, and
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take the jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take that jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
With your big brown
So, baby boy
Jesus Christ, did you know that I love you?
Ha, I mean I probably shouldn't say that
I don't let anybody
Any f*cking body call me a bitch nowadays, but
When you say it like that, ha
When you say it like that with those big-arse, sexy-arse (big brown)
I kinda forget who I am for a sec
Kinda forget who I am for a sec
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take the jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
Slyly I've been lonely for the whole week
So I hit you up
I can't tell if you want me
But, regardless, I'll take that jump
And I could have anybody else, but I like what I like
You can call me bitch if you say it with your big brown eyes
With your big brown
Writer: Lola Young, Will Brown, Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Conceited
I swim too quickly
'Cause big waves are hard to jump over
You're not sweet, not sickly
You don't taste like nothing when I'm sober
And I already wanna die
You just make it like ten times worse
And I heard that you tell the guys I'm the worst
You come round on Monday
And goddamn you stink like you've missed me
I find it funny
You don't close your eyes when you kiss me
And I'm sick of your puppy eyes
You said boys should never cry
Well, surprise
I bet no one's ever told you
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let yourself out, you're so conceited, yeah
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
And I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let yourself out, you're so conceited, yeah, yeah
You're far too easy
You hide between the lines, but I read you
It's a pity
I get off when I mislead you
And say, ah, I, I don't want no others guy
Pretend I love your suit and tie
It's fun playing with a man's mind for once
And you say, "Come over"
Say please, I might think about it
You lost composure
And I don't think you ever found it
And I'm sick of your puppy eyes
You said boys should never cry
Well, surprise
I bet no one's ever told you
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let yourself out, you're so conceited, yeah
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let yourself out, you're so conceited
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
And I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let your goddamn self out, you're so conceited, yeah
'Cause big waves are hard to jump over
You're not sweet, not sickly
You don't taste like nothing when I'm sober
And I already wanna die
You just make it like ten times worse
And I heard that you tell the guys I'm the worst
You come round on Monday
And goddamn you stink like you've missed me
I find it funny
You don't close your eyes when you kiss me
And I'm sick of your puppy eyes
You said boys should never cry
Well, surprise
I bet no one's ever told you
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let yourself out, you're so conceited, yeah
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
And I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let yourself out, you're so conceited, yeah, yeah
You're far too easy
You hide between the lines, but I read you
It's a pity
I get off when I mislead you
And say, ah, I, I don't want no others guy
Pretend I love your suit and tie
It's fun playing with a man's mind for once
And you say, "Come over"
Say please, I might think about it
You lost composure
And I don't think you ever found it
And I'm sick of your puppy eyes
You said boys should never cry
Well, surprise
I bet no one's ever told you
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let yourself out, you're so conceited, yeah
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let yourself out, you're so conceited
You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else
Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself
And I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear it
Let your goddamn self out, you're so conceited, yeah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
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
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
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
Writer: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Walk On By
Take your shit out my house
And you can keep that ugly painting that you bought
I never liked realism anyway
And I guess love comes and goes
And sometimes it rearranges
I just hope the next time it comes around
I don't f*cking hate it
You have little outbursts of sad
And I know that you got that from your dad
But right now, I don't have time for that
You got fifteen minutes 'til I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again
Oh, man, ain't it sad? Kinda mad
That the next time I see you
You'll be out holding hands
With a girl that you claim was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you look me dead in the eye
And I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on, walk on
Standing in my living room
And I've got better shit to do
Than to listen to you cry
I mean, it's not like it's a pleasant sight, either
It's half past six in the mornin' (in the mornin')
On the wrong side of the door and you (of the door and you)
Said you got nowhere to go, well
You can stop with the lift to the ground floor
You have little outbursts of sad (oh no)
And I know that you get that from your dad
But right now, I don't have time for that
You got fifteen minutes 'til I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again
Oh, man, ain't it sad? Kinda mad
That the next time I see you
You'll be out holding hands
With a girl that you claim was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you look me dead in the eye
And I'll just walk on by, yeah
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by, ooh
I'll just walk on, walk on
I'll just walk on by
By, by, by
By, by, by, by
By, by, by, by
By, by, by, by, by
And you can keep that ugly painting that you bought
I never liked realism anyway
And I guess love comes and goes
And sometimes it rearranges
I just hope the next time it comes around
I don't f*cking hate it
You have little outbursts of sad
And I know that you got that from your dad
But right now, I don't have time for that
You got fifteen minutes 'til I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again
Oh, man, ain't it sad? Kinda mad
That the next time I see you
You'll be out holding hands
With a girl that you claim was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you look me dead in the eye
And I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on, walk on
Standing in my living room
And I've got better shit to do
Than to listen to you cry
I mean, it's not like it's a pleasant sight, either
It's half past six in the mornin' (in the mornin')
On the wrong side of the door and you (of the door and you)
Said you got nowhere to go, well
You can stop with the lift to the ground floor
You have little outbursts of sad (oh no)
And I know that you get that from your dad
But right now, I don't have time for that
You got fifteen minutes 'til I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again
Oh, man, ain't it sad? Kinda mad
That the next time I see you
You'll be out holding hands
With a girl that you claim was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you look me dead in the eye
And I'll just walk on by, yeah
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by, ooh
I'll just walk on, walk on
I'll just walk on by
By, by, by
By, by, by, by
By, by, by, by
By, by, by, by, by
Writer: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, William Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
You Noticed
You said
The perfume I was wearing
Smelt like Jo Malone and I'll never forget that
'Cause it was just some cheap shit I found at home
And you laugh at every joke that I make
And that makes me feel alive
Probably 'cause I usually don't
And I can't have you
When I know that it's gotta end
And there's no way we'll be friends
I cleaned up my kitchen and painted it white
And you noticed
I did my hair and my make-up real nice
And you noticed
And there might come a day where I don't
Get to kiss your face but
I tried my best to not love you tonight
And you noticed
You noticed
You said
You loved my body in every form and in every way
And I'll never forget that
'Cause I hated it that day
And you made
Me cry like a bitch when you helped my little sis with her painting
'Cause you didn't need to
'Cause you had that interview
For that job you always wanted but you promised her
And I can't have you
When I know that it's gotta end
And there's no way we'll be friends
But
I cleaned up my kitchen and painted it white
And you noticed
I did my hair and my make-up real nice
And you noticed
And there might come a day where I don't
Get to kiss your face but
I tried my best to not love you tonight
And you noticed
Hey, hey, you noticed
You noticed
You no-
You, you noticed
You noticed
I cleaned up my kitchen and painted it white
And you noticed
I did my hair and my make-up real nice
And you noticed
And there might come a day where I don't
Get to kiss your face but
I tried my best to not love you tonight
And you noticed
The perfume I was wearing
Smelt like Jo Malone and I'll never forget that
'Cause it was just some cheap shit I found at home
And you laugh at every joke that I make
And that makes me feel alive
Probably 'cause I usually don't
And I can't have you
When I know that it's gotta end
And there's no way we'll be friends
I cleaned up my kitchen and painted it white
And you noticed
I did my hair and my make-up real nice
And you noticed
And there might come a day where I don't
Get to kiss your face but
I tried my best to not love you tonight
And you noticed
You noticed
You said
You loved my body in every form and in every way
And I'll never forget that
'Cause I hated it that day
And you made
Me cry like a bitch when you helped my little sis with her painting
'Cause you didn't need to
'Cause you had that interview
For that job you always wanted but you promised her
And I can't have you
When I know that it's gotta end
And there's no way we'll be friends
But
I cleaned up my kitchen and painted it white
And you noticed
I did my hair and my make-up real nice
And you noticed
And there might come a day where I don't
Get to kiss your face but
I tried my best to not love you tonight
And you noticed
Hey, hey, you noticed
You noticed
You no-
You, you noticed
You noticed
I cleaned up my kitchen and painted it white
And you noticed
I did my hair and my make-up real nice
And you noticed
And there might come a day where I don't
Get to kiss your face but
I tried my best to not love you tonight
And you noticed
Writer: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, William Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Crush
One, two, three
I got a life you know nothing about
You got a job, a quiet mouth
And I got a look, a look in my eye
That you're gonna mess me up, isn't that nice?
And I know that you are only passing me by
And everybody wants a piece of your pretty pie
But I think that I could more than eat it tonight
What did you have in mind?
I think I got a crush
What the f*ck
And I hate it 'cause it don't mean much
I got a crush
I'm a mug
'Cause this ain't love, it's anything
Everything but
You got nice friends, they came to my house
But you're the cutest, you're the cutest around
And it makes me sick that I even care
And when you're not looking at me, I'm aware
And I know that you are only passing me by
And everybody wants a piece of your pretty pie
But I think that I could more than eat it tonight
What did you have in mind?
I think I got a crush
What the f*ck?
And I hate it 'cause it don't mean much
I got a crush
I'm the mug
Because this ain't love, it's anything
Everything but, but, but, but
But, but, but
But, but, but
I got a life you know nothing about
You got a job, a quiet mouth
And I got a look, a look in my eye
That you're gonna mess me up, isn't that nice?
And I know that you are only passing me by
And everybody wants a piece of your pretty pie
But I think that I could more than eat it tonight
What did you have in mind?
I think I got a crush
What the f*ck
And I hate it 'cause it don't mean much
I got a crush
I'm a mug
'Cause this ain't love, it's anything
Everything but
You got nice friends, they came to my house
But you're the cutest, you're the cutest around
And it makes me sick that I even care
And when you're not looking at me, I'm aware
And I know that you are only passing me by
And everybody wants a piece of your pretty pie
But I think that I could more than eat it tonight
What did you have in mind?
I think I got a crush
What the f*ck?
And I hate it 'cause it don't mean much
I got a crush
I'm the mug
Because this ain't love, it's anything
Everything but, but, but, but
But, but, but
But, but, but
Writer: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, Carter Lang, William Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fuck
You're just my type but you're not as complicated (thank God)
You're like twice as nice as him, babe
So, I'll put up a fight and that's an understatement
I'll throw big punches at any bitch that looks your way
So, I don't mind if you're down and you're out
As long as you're underneath mw
Here to keep me when the sun goes down
Babe, this is it, I want you and no other
When you talk shit, you still blow me away
God, you're my king, you're my queen, you're my lover
And I wouldn't have it any other way
What was that? Did I hear you say you love me, babe?
Babe, babe, babe
You got bitches in your inbox
I wanna see how much you make, I know it's lots
You better show me how that thing works
'Cause you know you're gonna make my panties drop
And, baby, I don't need no other
You're my first and my last time lover
Did I just hear you say you love me? (You love me)
Oops, you're a cheeky motherf*cker
And I don't mind if you're down and you're out
As long as you're underneath me
Here to keep me when the sun goes down
Babe, this is it, I want you and no other
When you talk shit, you still blow me away
God, you're my king, you're my queen, you're my lover
And I wouldn't have it any other way
What was that? Did I hear you say you love me, babe?
You're like twice as nice as him, babe
So, I'll put up a fight and that's an understatement
I'll throw big punches at any bitch that looks your way
So, I don't mind if you're down and you're out
As long as you're underneath mw
Here to keep me when the sun goes down
Babe, this is it, I want you and no other
When you talk shit, you still blow me away
God, you're my king, you're my queen, you're my lover
And I wouldn't have it any other way
What was that? Did I hear you say you love me, babe?
Babe, babe, babe
You got bitches in your inbox
I wanna see how much you make, I know it's lots
You better show me how that thing works
'Cause you know you're gonna make my panties drop
And, baby, I don't need no other
You're my first and my last time lover
Did I just hear you say you love me? (You love me)
Oops, you're a cheeky motherf*cker
And I don't mind if you're down and you're out
As long as you're underneath me
Here to keep me when the sun goes down
Babe, this is it, I want you and no other
When you talk shit, you still blow me away
God, you're my king, you're my queen, you're my lover
And I wouldn't have it any other way
What was that? Did I hear you say you love me, babe?
Writer: Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, Lola Young, Will Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Intrusive Thoughts
Hey there, intrusive thoughts
You don't make sense at all
Wish you would go away with some paracetamol
Hey there, intrusive thoughts
Maybe I'm wired all strange
All these intrusive thoughts
Don't know what's real or not
They scream inside my head
Wish I could kill the lot
I've got intrusive thoughts
Maybe I'm wired all strange
All strange
A thousand of you like an army
It's weird 'cause you don't wanna harm me
Kind of messed up that you are me
Can't we just play nicely
F*ck you, intrusive thoughts, you intrude on everything
This better shut you up, upping my meds again
Why did you come around and show me I'm wired all strange
I could jump off this balcony and no one would care
And my friend wants to kill me, I know it, I swear
And I'm not what I thought when I thought that I wasn't all there
A thousand of you like an army
It's weird 'cause you don't wanna harm me
Kind of messed up that you are me
Can't we just play?
Thousand of me at the party
Would've been nice if you asked me
Kind of messed up that you are me
Guess we just play nicely
Oh, hey there, intrusive thoughts
We got off on the wrong
Foot back there, come on in
I'll put the kettle on
They're just intrusive thoughts
And maybe I'm not all that strange
You don't make sense at all
Wish you would go away with some paracetamol
Hey there, intrusive thoughts
Maybe I'm wired all strange
All these intrusive thoughts
Don't know what's real or not
They scream inside my head
Wish I could kill the lot
I've got intrusive thoughts
Maybe I'm wired all strange
All strange
A thousand of you like an army
It's weird 'cause you don't wanna harm me
Kind of messed up that you are me
Can't we just play nicely
F*ck you, intrusive thoughts, you intrude on everything
This better shut you up, upping my meds again
Why did you come around and show me I'm wired all strange
I could jump off this balcony and no one would care
And my friend wants to kill me, I know it, I swear
And I'm not what I thought when I thought that I wasn't all there
A thousand of you like an army
It's weird 'cause you don't wanna harm me
Kind of messed up that you are me
Can't we just play?
Thousand of me at the party
Would've been nice if you asked me
Kind of messed up that you are me
Guess we just play nicely
Oh, hey there, intrusive thoughts
We got off on the wrong
Foot back there, come on in
I'll put the kettle on
They're just intrusive thoughts
And maybe I'm not all that strange
Writer: Lola Young, Cass Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Outro
You know it's funny, right?
Because I never understood the term, "love yourself"
I thought it was one of those cringy-ass Tumblr quotes
Oh, man, I used to f*cking love off Tumblr
But I was more into the sad poetry shit, anyway
I then realized that life pushes those quotes
Or should I say, little stupid life lessons forward for a reason
As in they're all over T-shirts and Google and that, but
There's truth embedded in all these things
We cherry-pick away across fields
And find that there are so many other f*cking trees
Growing all kinds of bloody fruits, anyway
I guess what I'm trying to say is this
This album is me discovering and trying to understand
Through my one and only true love that is music
That I can too be my one and only true love
That I can learn to heal alone
I can dance in the mirror and feel seen without being watched by someone
Especially not no ugly man or woman
That I can cry and feel every tear without needing a shoulder
And I haven't got there yet but I will
And when I do this album will be for me
And no one else, as it already is but
I chat so much shit and I'm really tryna say is
To anyone who's ever hurt me, thinks these songs are about them
This wasn't meant for you anyway
Because I never understood the term, "love yourself"
I thought it was one of those cringy-ass Tumblr quotes
Oh, man, I used to f*cking love off Tumblr
But I was more into the sad poetry shit, anyway
I then realized that life pushes those quotes
Or should I say, little stupid life lessons forward for a reason
As in they're all over T-shirts and Google and that, but
There's truth embedded in all these things
We cherry-pick away across fields
And find that there are so many other f*cking trees
Growing all kinds of bloody fruits, anyway
I guess what I'm trying to say is this
This album is me discovering and trying to understand
Through my one and only true love that is music
That I can too be my one and only true love
That I can learn to heal alone
I can dance in the mirror and feel seen without being watched by someone
Especially not no ugly man or woman
That I can cry and feel every tear without needing a shoulder
And I haven't got there yet but I will
And when I do this album will be for me
And no one else, as it already is but
I chat so much shit and I'm really tryna say is
To anyone who's ever hurt me, thinks these songs are about them
This wasn't meant for you anyway
Writer: Lola Emily Mary Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
This Wasn't Meant For You Anyway is a genre-bending album that showcases Lola Young's soaring choruses, blending styles from disparate genres. The album is a raw, warm, and personal expression of the artist's emotions, with lyrics that tackle desire, relationships, and self-discovery.
The album has received positive reviews from critics, with praise for its unique sound, lyrical depth, and Young's vocal chops. Reviewers have noted that the album's cohesion and production are notable, with a winning combination of zingers and vulnerability.
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Lola YoungThe album has received positive reviews from critics, with praise for its unique sound, lyrical depth, and Young's vocal chops. Reviewers have noted that the album's cohesion and production are notable, with a winning combination of zingers and vulnerability.
Genre(s): R&B
Released: June 21st, 2024
Year: 2024