Song Lyrics
I won’t grow up, I won’t listen
Still break rules like it’s religion
Still skip steps, still burn bridges
Still flip birds in every sentence
I won’t grow up, I don’t fake it
I hate suits, I can’t take it
I hate cubicles, clean slates
I’d rather live broke than suffocate
Yeah—
I’m the dropout, I’m the static
I still scream when it gets too manic
I’m the cracked screen, I’m the floorboard creak
I’m the mess you pretend you didn’t see
I’m the night shift, I’m the ashtray
Still throw fists when they ask for grace
I’m the cough in the quiet class
I’m the "no" that you thought would pass
I won’t bow down, I won’t grow clean
I spit up dreams fed through machines
I won’t play nice, I won’t fade out
I stay loud when the lights go out
I won’t grow up, I’m a problem
I stay wild, I stay rotten
Call me reckless, call me tragic
I make chaos look romantic
I won’t grow up, I don’t know how
Too much fire in my mouth
Still wear scabs like they’re medals
Still say “no” just to wrestle the devil 🎵
I’m the walkout, I’m the warning
Still smell like last night’s mourning
I’m the job you quit mid-week
I’m the kid with holes in his beat-up sneaks
I don’t dream of perfect lawns
I want noise, and blood, and songs
You’ve got rules—I’ve got lighters
You’ve got goals—I’ve got a tire fire
I won’t bow down, I won’t fold in
I’ll keep falling just for the sin
Won’t wear ties, won’t make peace
I’ll be loud 'til I’m six feet deep
I won’t grow up, I’m a problem
I stay wild, I stay rotten
Call me reckless, call me tragic
I make chaos look romantic
I won’t grow up, I don’t know how
Too much fire in my mouth
Still wear scabs like they’re medals
Still say “no” just to wrestle the devil
Grow up?
Nah.
I’ve seen what it does to people.
I’ll stay broken if it means I’m real.
This ain’t a phase—this is me
I’ll die loud
I’ll die free
I won’t grow up, I’m a problem
I stay wild, I stay rotten
Call me reckless, call me tragic
I make chaos look romantic
I won’t grow up, I don’t know how
Too much fire in my mouth
Still wear scabs like they’re medals
Still say “no” just to wrestle the devil
Too wild
Too proud
Too loud
Too now
Still break rules like it’s religion
Still skip steps, still burn bridges
Still flip birds in every sentence
I won’t grow up, I don’t fake it
I hate suits, I can’t take it
I hate cubicles, clean slates
I’d rather live broke than suffocate
Yeah—
I’m the dropout, I’m the static
I still scream when it gets too manic
I’m the cracked screen, I’m the floorboard creak
I’m the mess you pretend you didn’t see
I’m the night shift, I’m the ashtray
Still throw fists when they ask for grace
I’m the cough in the quiet class
I’m the "no" that you thought would pass
I won’t bow down, I won’t grow clean
I spit up dreams fed through machines
I won’t play nice, I won’t fade out
I stay loud when the lights go out
I won’t grow up, I’m a problem
I stay wild, I stay rotten
Call me reckless, call me tragic
I make chaos look romantic
I won’t grow up, I don’t know how
Too much fire in my mouth
Still wear scabs like they’re medals
Still say “no” just to wrestle the devil 🎵
I’m the walkout, I’m the warning
Still smell like last night’s mourning
I’m the job you quit mid-week
I’m the kid with holes in his beat-up sneaks
I don’t dream of perfect lawns
I want noise, and blood, and songs
You’ve got rules—I’ve got lighters
You’ve got goals—I’ve got a tire fire
I won’t bow down, I won’t fold in
I’ll keep falling just for the sin
Won’t wear ties, won’t make peace
I’ll be loud 'til I’m six feet deep
I won’t grow up, I’m a problem
I stay wild, I stay rotten
Call me reckless, call me tragic
I make chaos look romantic
I won’t grow up, I don’t know how
Too much fire in my mouth
Still wear scabs like they’re medals
Still say “no” just to wrestle the devil
Grow up?
Nah.
I’ve seen what it does to people.
I’ll stay broken if it means I’m real.
This ain’t a phase—this is me
I’ll die loud
I’ll die free
I won’t grow up, I’m a problem
I stay wild, I stay rotten
Call me reckless, call me tragic
I make chaos look romantic
I won’t grow up, I don’t know how
Too much fire in my mouth
Still wear scabs like they’re medals
Still say “no” just to wrestle the devil
Too wild
Too proud
Too loud
Too now
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