[Verse 1] Mom’s old Honda Stuffed with clothes and friends Gas light blinking We don’t know how this ends Sharpie names on Every passing sign If this is crashing Let me steer this time [Pre-Chorus] They say “slow down” They say “grow up” I say “right now Is just messed up” If this is wrong Then let it sting I’m done rehearsing I want the real thing (yeah) [Chorus] So burn it all at seventeen Every rule, every dead routine Set the fear on fire, watch it scream We were never built for quiet dreams If the world won’t let us in Kick the door and start again Burn it all at seventeen ’Til there’s nothing left but me [Verse 2] Phone on silent Blowing up with “where you at” Grade book tanking But I’m fine with that Black ink lyrics On my forearm skin If this is ruined Let the ruin win [Pre-Chorus] They say “be safe” They say “be nice” I’ve played it straight I’ve paid that price If this is wrong Then let it stay I’d rather fail loud Than fade away (hey) [Chorus] So burn it all at seventeen Every rule, every dead routine Set the fear on fire, watch it scream We were never built for quiet dreams If the world won’t let us in Kick the door and start again Burn it all at seventeen ’Til there’s nothing left but me [Bridge] [Drums drop to sparse beat, vocal upfront] Hands up If you’re tired of the warning signs Hands up If you’re done asking for a life Hands up If you’d rather crash than hide We’re alive We’re alive (oh) [Chorus] So burn it all at seventeen Every rule, every dead routine Set the fear on fire, watch it scream We were never built for quiet dreams If the world won’t let us in Kick the door and start again Burn it all at seventeen ’Til there’s nothing left but me [Outro] Burn it all Yeah, burn with me Wrong or right At least we’re free

rap, Modern pop‑punk meets alt‑rock male vocals over crunchy overdriven power chords and tight trap-influenced drums; half-time pre-chorus drops into punchy, shout-along choruses. Verses keep a slightly drier vocal with octave guitars, chorus explodes with gang shouts and wide synth pads reinforcing the hook. Bridge hits a filtered drum break then slams back in with double-time energy for the final chorus., pop, punk, rock

Burn It All at Seventeen