VERSE 1
Streetlights flicker on your skin,
You’re laughing like you’re born to sin.
We’re speeding past the city limits,
Windows down, the world’s our witness.
Your hair’s a wildfire in the breeze,
You say, “Baby, don’t you dare slow me.”
And suddenly the night feels free —
Like it’s begging us to misbehave.
PRE‑CHORUS
We’re too young to play it safe,
Too alive to hit the brakes.
If this is trouble, let it chase —
We’ll outrun it anyway.
CHORUS
Turn it up ’til the speakers bleed,
We’re burning through the dark like gasoline.
Summer night, and you’re next to me —
Feels like lightning in the passenger seat.
Yeah, we’re loud, we’re wild, we’re seventeen,
Hearts on fire, running on midnight dreams.
Turn it up ’til the speakers bleed —
We’re midnight gasoline.
VERSE 2
Your hand hangs out the window wide,
Catching sparks from passing signs.
You say, “Let’s never lose this high,”
And I swear I hear the stars reply.
You’re chaos wrapped in cherry lips,
A dare I’ll never resist.
Every mile’s another hit —
I’m addicted to the rush of this.
PRE‑CHORUS
We’re too young to play it safe,
Too alive to hit the brakes.
If this is trouble, let it chase —
We’ll outrun it anyway.
CHORUS
Turn it up ’til the speakers bleed,
We’re burning through the dark like gasoline.
Summer night, and you’re next to me —
Feels like lightning in the passenger seat.
Yeah, we’re loud, we’re wild, we’re seventeen,
Hearts on fire, running on midnight dreams.
Turn it up ’til the speakers bleed —
We’re midnight gasoline.
⚡️ BRIDGE (NOT A TOY‑STYLE CHAOTIC ENERGY)
We’re the spark, we’re the flame,
We’re the kids they can’t contain.
If the world goes up in smoke —
We’ll just laugh and let it blaze.
You say, “Baby, promise me
We’ll stay reckless, stay free.”
I say, “Only if you ride
Shotgun next to me.”
FINAL CHORUS (BIGGER, LOUDER, SUMMER ANTHEM)
Turn it up ’til the speakers bleed,
We’re burning through the dark like gasoline.
Summer night, and you’re next to me —
Feels like lightning in the passenger seat.
Yeah, we’re loud, we’re wild, we’re seventeen,
Hearts on fire, running on midnight dreams.
Turn it up ’til the speakers bleed —
We’re midnight gasoline.
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