Amateur Lyrics – manifest

Manifest’s “Amateur” crashes the holiday playlist like a mistletoe mishap gone viral, the Turkish sextet flipping heartbreak into a fizzy pop banger that has you chanting “teur-teur-teur” before the first verse fades—proof they’re not just Turkey’s next big thing, but a global girl-group force ready to export that fierce energy worldwide.

This English-language version, dropped December 18, via Hypers Music, takes the original “Amatör” from last year and amps it up for international ears, with music by Elber Tutkus weaving bubbly synths and R&B grooves into a chorus built for arena echoes. It’s pure empowerment pop: themes of spotting the fake-out in a player’s game, ditching the drama with a wink (“Nothing but talk, talk, ama-ama-ama”), all wrapped in those razor-sharp harmonies from Esin, Hilal, Lidya, Mina, Sueda, and Zeynep.

The creative direction screams unapologetic fun—Aleyna Korkmaz’s lyrics paint the ex as a fumbling amateur begging for a resign, while Ecem Gündoğdu’s video (out on YouTube, already) captures the squad in glittery revenge mode, dancing through office-turned-club scenes that nod to KATSEYE’s glossy precision. It’s not heavy introspection; it’s the kind of track that turns post-breakup tears into TikTok trends, blending Turkish pop flair with universal “had enough” vibes.

Formed on the reality whirlwind of Big5 Türkiye back in ’24, Manifest trained in that high-octane performance style—think synchronized stomps and vocal runs that hit like espresso shots—before exploding with their February ’25 debut single “Zamansızdık.” By June, they’d unleashed the full-length Manifestival, a 11-track manifesto of bops like “RÜYA” and “Snap” that racked up Spotify millions and sold-out Istanbul shows. “Amateur” slots right into that glow-up, marking their bold pivot to English markets after critics hailed them as Turkey’s answer to a Little Mix revival, but with a Middle Eastern twist that’s all their own—powerful, playful, and packed with the kind of sisterhood anthems that stick.

They’re at that electric crossroads now, post-Manifestival tour highs and festival slots from Glastonbury whispers to local summers, evolving from reality-TV underdogs to chart invaders who own every stage. This drop? It’s Manifest saying they’re here to stay, turning amateurs into afterthoughts one hook at a time.

Dive into the Amateur lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Manifest tracks for more of their fierce girl-group pop.