Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I saw you turn that corner fast
Black boots, red mark on the glass
Your laugh hit hard like a backbeat
Now my whole chest won't sit still
You said, "Don't follow me tonight"
But your eyes said, "Stay in sight"
I'm too close to play it cool
You pull me under like a rule
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold on
Baby, don't let go
One more round
Then we lose control
Your name
Stuck in my throat
When you move like that
I already know
[Chorus]
Calle crash, calle crash
You make my heart go crash
Calle crash, calle crash
One kiss and I can't pass
Calle crash, calle crash
We burn and come right back
Calle crash, calle crash
You and me, that's that
[Verse 2]
Jeans torn at the knee, no fear
You talk so rough, I love it here
Half a smile with a broken glow
Like you knew I would come close
The room got loud, then disappeared
Just your hand on my shirt right here
I tried to run, you pulled me in
Now I'm back at it again
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold on
Baby, don't let go
One more round
Then we lose control
Your name
Stuck in my throat
When you move like that
I already know
[Chorus]
Calle crash, calle crash
You make my heart go crash
Calle crash, calle crash
One kiss and I can't pass
Calle crash, calle crash
We burn and come right back
Calle crash, calle crash
You and me, that's that
[Bridge]
[Half-time]
If the world gets cold
We break the mold
Your hands on mine
Feel like home
And I don't care
Who's looking on
Say it one time
Then it's gone
[Chorus]
Calle crash, calle crash
You make my heart go crash
Calle crash, calle crash
One kiss and I can't pass
Calle crash, calle crash
We burn and come right back
Calle crash, calle crash
You and me, that's that
Details
GeneratedJul 11, 2026
Duration3:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
Urban reggaeton with rock edge, mid-tempo dembow groove and stomp-clap percussion; verse rides tight bass, muted guitar chanks, and rim clicks, pre-chorus strips to toms and rising distorted guitar, chorus hits with an anthem hook, chunky power chords, and halftime handclaps. Male vocals with gritty verse delivery, stacked doubles on the hook, ad-lib throws at line ends, plus short shouted gang accents. Ear candy: reverse cymbal lifts, vinyl crackle into drops, and a lead guitar scrape before the final chorus. Bright, punchy, and sweaty in the mix., male vocals, rock, reggaeton
Credits
Prompt by
fredos2k
fredos2kModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rock, urbano reggaeton, rock influence, male vocals, reggaeton
