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conversations.value: Write me a song called Light Years with the following description: On the 19th track of Dedication 6: Reloaded, Lil Wayne raps over Bryson Tiller’s “Set it Off” beat.
  He delivers slow yet soothing rhymes, as he runs through the track. He also ends the song with a small skit, in which he talks about his favorite sports commentators. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  They give her bread, I give her head
  I'm light years ahead, gone
  They give her bread, I give her head
  I'm light years ahead, gone
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  I know she gon' hold the gun for me
  Hold it down in court, and hold her tongue for me
  She swallow all my kids, then pop a gun for me
  Makes some runs for me, all the way cross country
  She love me, she even rep the blood for me
  I said the plug trippin'
  She gon' pull the plug for me, I love it
  And all she know is Young Money
  Her ex is always trippin', nigga is too clumsy
  [Verse: Lil Wayne]
  Make up on the pillow, make me wanna kill her
  But she naked in the villa, taking E I call it Sheila
  I took half of a half, she took 3 like Reggie Miller
  I just feel her like chinchilla
  , had to kill her, Bryson Tiller
  I know they gon' play this over, 
  ankles
   on my shoulder
  My face all in her chocha, for my bae go South Dakota
  But my bae go even lower on that roller coaster
  She just want a Tesla roadster, I'ma get her somethin' slower
  Bet a Bentley Truck to show her, tinted up to hide her ass
  Who in that Wraith behind her ass, you ain't even got to ask
  She ain't even gotta dance, thinkin' boutta a wider ass
  And she already gotta an ass, leave it in the doctor hands
  Other niggas, not a chance, she already gotta dare
  When I be in and out your ass, baby you sound like jazz
  You ask me can your partner crash, you ain't even gotta ask
  I'm breaking out the powder bags, turn into Iron Man
  What happens in this house stays in this house
  Don't worry 'bout that
  If what happens in this house gets out
  Go check your girl 'bout that
  I'm 'bout to put you in my will, where my attorney at
  I ain't the type to turn my back, got every type of Percocet
  I'm working with the perfect bitch, her body like 187
  Then we come together, then we cum together
  Rainy weather, ain't it heaven
  Ain't no telling what I think, I think I'm ready
  My lil married homie Terry talking 'bout a gangster wedding
  Oh my god [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  I know she gon' hold the gun for me
  Hold it down in court, and hold her tongue for me
  She swallow all my kids, then pop a gun for me
  Makes some runs for me, all the way cross country
  She love me, even rep the blood for me
  I said the plug trippin'
  She gon' pull the plug for me, I love it
  And all she know is Young Money
  Her ex is always trippin', nigga is too clumsy
  [Bridge: Lil Wayne]
  Goddamn
  He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom
  He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom
  He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, gone
  He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, gone
  She lie in the bed, I lie in the bed, the shower instead, yeah
  We got out of the shower, got back to the bed
  That's flowers in bed, that's magic
  She lie in the bed, then cry in the bed, I lie on her leg, damn
  See they give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  I know she gon' hold a gun for me
  Always down in court and hold her tongue for me
  She swallow all my kids and pop her gun for me
  Make some runs for me, all the way across country
  She love me, yeah
  Even wrap the blunt for me
  She gon' pull the gun for me
  All she know is Young Money
  Ex is always trippin' niggas too clumsy, Goddamn [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  They give her bread, I give her head
  I'm light years ahead, gone
  [Skit: Lil Wayne]
  My favorite person to debate sports with is, um, Skip Bayless off top. Like Skip Bayless, that's just the homie, you know what I mean. Like when I say the homie, I mean, like when you goin' to Skip Bayless, when I go to the Skip Bayless show, there's always more conversation off camera, and its always like he can't wait for them to say 3,2,1 and we off. For him to engage in a, um, more whatever, realer conversation, I don't know if real is the right word, a more real conversation, just things like that, so you know
  My favorite person to debate sports with Skip Bayless. I do have a second favorite as well, if it's not even a second favorite, but another favorite person I love to debate sports with: Max Kellerman. That's my dude. Love to debate sports with Max Kellerman, that's my slime. And every time I go on his show, he always got a verse for me. You know what I mean, that's the homie
  I'ma be alright