Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Blue rag on the dresser Red rag in her purse Met her on the Eastside Thought it wouldn’t work Santana block baby She from that Piru turf Both raised in the madness Both scared of a hearse [Pre-Chorus] But you laughed at my scars I traced yours with my thumb Two colors on the couch Same beat in our lungs [Chorus] This that Eastside story Santana Block Compton love I’m a Crip She Piru Still we fit like hand to glove We was wild We was reckless Now we hold our baby boy Blue and red in the same house And we do it all for his joy Eastside story Yeah We do it all for him [Verse 2] Arguin’ in the kitchen Set trippin’ with our mouths Then he start cryin’ And it all calm down Tiny shoes by the front door Bottle on the ground Two flags in the laundry But one last name now [Pre-Chorus] You be clownin’ my slang I be jokin’ your gang But when he crawl on the floor Ain’t a thing that we bang [Chorus] [Bridge] Blue hoodie Red jacket Stroller on the sidewalk We laughin’ Old heads stare like “what happened?” We the answer We the pattern You my peace in the madness I’m your calm when it’s tragic Different blocks Same passion Lil man our only fashion [whispered: “only fashion”] [Chorus]
Tags
folk, Laid-back West Coast bounce with warm analog bass, clean detuned synth leads, and crisp claps. Male vocals riding a relaxed but confident pocket; hook opens up with stacked harmonies and subtle talkbox ad-libs. Verses stay close and conversational, light guitar licks and filtered pads; bridge strips to bass and snaps before the final chorus lifts back in.
Duration
2:45
Language
English
Instrumental
No
Created
1/9/2026