[Verse 1] I’ve got coffee rings on my thrift-store tee, A hair tie frayed, but it’s good enough for me. No high-heel parade, just my Crocs on repeat, Pajama pants swayin’ to this trashcan beat! [Pre-Chorus] They say, “Girl, fix your crown!” but I’m rippin’ off the pearls— Not glamorous, just crashin’ your glitter world! [Chorus] I’m a hot mess express, no apologies! Stained shirt confidence, wrecked chic, baby, please! My hair’s a rebellion, my flaws are on blast— Too loud for your filters, I am not glamorous! [Verse 2] My makeup’s a myth, I’m a raccoon-eyed queen, Dancin’ in the gas station, chuggin’ caffeine. You’ve got your highlight reel, I’ve got my couch groove— Ain’t got time for trends when my comfort’s the move! [Pre-Chorus] Your Insta’s a lie, but my chaos is true, Not glamorous, just sticky, cracked, and unglued! [Chorus] I’m a hot mess express, no apologies! Stained shirt confidence, wrecked chic, baby, please! My hair’s a rebellion, my flaws are on blast— Too loud for your filters, I am not glamorous! [Verse 3] Lipstick smudge like a crime scene kiss, Forgot my wallet, but not my fists. Left my dignity in aisle nine— But I strut like the mess is by design! [Bridge – Breakdown] I’m a tornado in a Walmart aisle, A hurricane with a discount smile! If glamour’s a script, well, I’m ad-libbin’ the scene— Not glamorous, just sticky and sweet! [Outro – Chant over fading power chords] Stains on my heart, Crocs on my feet! I’m the beauty in the breakdown, the punk in defeat! So crown me with cobwebs, I’ll reign the gross, The world’s a red carpet… and I’m not glamorous! [Final Tag – Shouted] “Who’s glamorous now?!” [drum solo] [Verse 3] Lipstick smudge like a crime scene kiss, Forgot my wallet, but not my fists. Left my dignity in aisle nine— But I strut like the mess is by design! [Bridge – Breakdown] I’m a tornado in a Walmart aisle, A hurricane with a discount smile! If glamour’s a script, well, I’m ad-libbin’ the scene— Not glamorous, just sticky and sweet! [Outro – Chant over fading power chords] Stains on my heart, Crocs on my feet! I’m the beauty in the breakdown, the punk in defeat! So crown me with cobwebs, I’ll reign the gross, The world’s a red carpet… and I’m not glamorous! [Final Tag – Shouted] “Who’s glamorous now?!” Ooooooooooh-yeeeeaaaaah!!!!! NOT GLAMOROUS !!!!!!!!!! Oooooooh-nooooooooooooo!!!!!! Oooooh-oooooooh!
