Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Style: minimal intro → uplifting rise | clean guitar or synth pad | light kick | slow build | space for vocals]
We are not echoes of yesterday’s men,
We are the first word, not the “back then”.
No dust in our pockets, no weight in our name,
Only open horizons and unplayed games.
Our time is a spark, not a measured line,
We live in the now — sharp, reckless, alive.
No stories of loss, no lessons rehearsed,
The future is calling, and we answer first.
[Chorus - Style: pop anthem | wide harmonies | catchy hook | strong drums + bass | chantable | stadium-ready]
We’re eighteen — rude, nasty and free,
No yesterday pulling at our sleeve.
We’re eighteen — unbroken, loud and true,
We live this moment just as it’s new.
[Verse 2 - Style: rhythmic drive | bass-forward | percussive vocals | groove-focused | subtle claps or stomps]
We speak in laughter, in noise, in speed,
In unfinished thoughts and urgent need.
We are rude in truth, ungentle by law,
Not trained to bow, not taught to withdraw.
Our hands are empty, our eyes are wide,
No fear of falling, no need to hide.
We don’t look back for proof or reason,
This breath alone is the right season.
[ Chorus - Style: repeat hook | added backing vocals | higher energy | echo on last line]
We’re eighteen — rude, nasty and free,
No yesterday pulling at our sleeve.
We’re eighteen — unbroken, loud and true,
We live this moment just as it’s new.
[Bridge - Style: breakdown → emotional lift | half-time beat | atmospheric synths | delayed vocals | tension building]
They say we’ll change, they say we’ll slow,
Maybe — but that’s not what we know.
Right now the only truth we see
Is noise and light and possibility.
We don’t envy age, we don’t fake weight,
We don’t borrow gravity from fate.
Our heads are full, our hands are clean,
From memory’s dust — we’re eighteen.
If you ask what we live between —
It’s fun and future. We’re eighteen.
[Pre-Chorus Style: rising tension | drums drop out then re-enter | vocal focus | build to drop]
We’re eighteen — alive, aware,
Young by fact, not just by flair.
Ungentle hearts, honest grin,
No past behind us pulling us in.
[Final Chorus - Style: full pop anthem climax | boys choir | stacked harmonies | big drums | open hi-hats | maximum energy]
We’re eighteen! Hear us scream,
Future-first, living the dream.
Rude and nasty, young and keen,
No regrets — we’re eighteen.
[Outro - Style: emotional release | stripped-down ending or soft choir | fade-out or last big hit]
So here’s to the noise, the scars, the joy,
Take care of us — your reckless boys.
When nights are gone and days begin,
Remember who we are — eighteen.
Style
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Credits
Prompt by
ALEKSKENO
ALEKSKENOGeneratedMay 9, 2026
ModelZona