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conversations.value: Write me a song called LOOOVE with the following description: “LOOOVE” is the 16th track on Travis Scott’s fourth studio album, UTOPIA. Travis Scott and Kid Cudi go back and forth about the love they receive from their respective fanbases, and the madness of life derived through fame. However, opposed to tracks like “CIRCUS MAXIMUS” & “PARASAIL”, which portray fame and notoriety in a dystopian-fashion, this track highlights the utopian part of it for Travis & Cudi, which is seeing the positivity stemmed from their core fanbases' loyalty.
  “LOOOVE” dates back right to the release of Travis' sophomore 2014 mixtape, Days Before Rodeo. A snippet of an early version of the song surfaced online shortly after the mixtape was released, making it nearly nine years old as of UTOPIA’s release. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  I get it, I get it, I get it, love
  They love me, they love me, love me long time
  I get it, I get it, I get it, love
  They love me, they love me, love me long time
  I get it, I get it, I get it, love
  They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)
  I get it, I get it, I get it, love
  They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)
  [Refrain: Travis Scott]
  Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
  Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
  [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
  They give me, they give me love, they love the Scott
  They love how the disc rock
  , 
  they lovin' the Jac'
  No Wi-Fi, we hot spottin', connected the block
  Rollin' through the club, we feelin' the love
  Iller than my trees, they jockin' my steeze, please
  Five hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? (Bitches, yeah)
  [Refrain: Travis Scott]
  Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
  Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time
  They love me, they love me, love to show me love (Love)
  They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time
  They love me, they love me, love to show me love (Love)
  [Refrain: Travis Scott]
  Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
  Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
  [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
  Come and kick back with us
  This a new religion, come and have mass with us
  Tell me, have you made love to a bachelor-turned-ambassador?
  Used to grow up in the backwoods
  Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us
  We gon' make them Vogue bitches turn racheter
  First task, 'nihilate, you used to laugh at us
  Pass the Actavis
   'cause a nigga past passivist
  Imagine my world of 
  misogyny
  Nigga, fuck a, fuck a monogamy
  Got her head tipped over the driver's seat
  Meet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, baby
  Hold up, we gon' own the summer
  Never, never stressin', no, we always hit the numbers
  Cuzzo always stressin', always cuffin' different numbers
  Know he tired of makin' shit, you know the streets don't make
   
  diplomas
  Drunk somethin', tryna find my keys
  I find myself lookin' down at the stars, the bees
  The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan
  Might try a line, might try some crime, might try to dime
  But now it's time
  Baby, now it's time, na-na-na-na-na
  Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
  I get the love and they givin' it up like [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  I get it, I get it, I get it, love
  They love me, they love me, love me long time
  I get it, I get it, I get it, love
  They love me, they love me, love me long time (Time, time)
  I get it, I get it, I get it, love
  They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)
  I get it, I get it, I get it, love
  They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)
  [Refrain: Travis Scott]
  Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
  Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
  [Interlude: Travis Scott]
  It's on fire toni—
  [Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
  The night is too young and the love in the air, it hit me
  Follow all the vibes, I'm in every city
  Gamble with your life, thinkin' 'bout it woday
  Tell ya homie chill tonight, you don't want it with him
  We raise our glasses, the madness
  The tiny waist, the asses, dancin' in trances
  Baby say she ready and we 'bout to find out
  Don't be mad that your girl done found 'bout
  And we get it
  Never lied, rager-fied, on a mission
  And they lookin' like they know, but they didn't
  Let me slip into my mode, I slip round the notes
  Smokin' plenty with tequila, baby
  Members of The Rage runway with it
  Fashion week in Paris, front row with it
  Diamonds always dancin', no bullshittin'
  See a Black god on the job, yeah, I'm so winnin'