MAY 23
HYPER-FEMME RIOT: RENEÉ RAPP'S "LEAVE ME ALONE"
BY LUNA CARDOSO
On Leave Me Alone, Reneé Rapp crashes through pop's polished facade with a bratty, glitch-soaked banger that's equal parts tantrum and power move. The song bounces between humour and heat, frustration and freedom—a dizzying ride for anyone who's ever been asked to shrink themselves just to fit in. And there's the video: a hyper-femme riot where a house full of blonde doppelgängers turns a sleepover into a full-blown fight club. It's chaos. It's fun. It's fashion. And it's the ideal visual counterpart to a song that refuses to be quiet, nice, or small.
There's no metaphor here. She means it when she says "Leave me alone, bitch, I wanna have fun" — eight times, because once was never going to cut it. This is a song for every woman who has been told to smile, be nice, productive, or just put up with it. Reneé's done. She's out.
And she's not just out, she's everywhere. Rapp isn't just teasing a pop era—she's building a world. Cryptic websites, NDA references, a lip tattoo, and co-signs from icons like Paris Hilton and Monica Lewinsky. It's bigger than a rollout. It's a reclamation.
Each verse has its own controlled explosion:
"Even line my lips just to match my nipples"
"Sign a hunnid NDAs, but I still say something"
"Put the three of us together, that's a real tongue-twister"
It's brat-pop with teeth—feminine rage with jokes. Reneé is winking at us while holding a knife behind her back. She's self-aware, over it, and still ready to dance.
This is her first solo release since the viral chaos of Snow Angel and her SNL appearance with Megan Thee Stallion. But Leave Me Alone doesn't try to replicate that. It goes somewhere messier. Feral, even. Rapp's not just flipping the script. She's setting it on fire and handing us the lighter.
