Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Alarm at seven I hit delete Homework buried Under my seat Teacher talking Like some slow-song drone I'm scribbling dreams In the margin zone [Pre-Chorus] They say "Sit straight Don't raise your voice" But I got lungs I got a choice (hey!) [Chorus] We were born to burn it down at 17 Kick the doors and write our names where they can't clean If the world says "no" We just scream "we'll see" We were born to burn it down at 17 (whoa) Born to burn it down at 17 [Verse 2] Sneak out window Two shoes One plan Backpack rattling Spray cans Wristbands Parking lot throne Made of busted carts Turn that dead-end Into a kickstart [Pre-Chorus] They say "Calm down Life's not a race" But I got fire Under my laces (yeah!) [Chorus] We were born to burn it down at 17 Kick the doors and write our names where they can't clean If the world says "no" We just scream "we'll see" We were born to burn it down at 17 (whoa) Born to burn it down at 17 [Bridge] So here's to the flunk-outs Daydream Dropout crowd To every detention Where we laughed too loud If there’s a rulebook Hand it here to me I’ll rip out the pages You count “one Two Three!” (hey!) [Chorus] We were born to burn it down at 17 Kick the doors and write our names where they can't clean If the world says "no" We just scream "we'll see" We were born to burn it down at 17 (whoa) Born to burn it down at 17 (whoa) Yeah We’re gonna burn it down at 17
Tags
rock, High-energy pop-punk with brisk, punchy drums, crunchy double-tracked power chords, and a riffy bassline locked to the kick. Male vocals, bratty and bright on the verses, opening into big gang shouts on the chorus. Tempo pushes the edge, with quick stop-start hits before hooks and octave leads lifting each chorus. Final chorus goes half-time on the last line for a huge shout-along ending., pop, punk
Duration
2:29
Instrumental
No
Created
2/20/2026