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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]
Details
GeneratedJan 9, 2026
Duration2:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
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.
Credits
Prompt by
WilliBanz
WilliBanzModelAria v5
Prompt
Song about how I'm a crip and my baby momma ah piru and how it's an Eastside story Santana block Compton crip and Eastside piru and I love her she love me we got a baby boy now we do it all for him
