conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Closer to My Dreams with the following description: Drake reminisces on his rise to fame and goals he has yet to accomplish on this 4th track from his Comeback Season mixtape.
  Eight years after this song’s release, Drake mentions it on “30 For 30 Freestyle,” remarking on how wet behind the ears he was during its creation:
  I just listened to ‘Closer To My Dreams’
  Wide eyed and uneducated at 19
  I can’t rap like that, all young and naive
  Not after all of the shit I’ve seen and the things I believe Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah I remember me and, me and D used to talk about this kind of stuff all the time
  Like what it's gonna be like when you get closer to your dreams
  I didn't know much then but, probably tell you a lil' somethin' now
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Mr. Big Dreams
   no tolerance
  Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
  Get bored quickly
  He stay grown
  So the p-a-tron had to get poured quickly
  Ex girl strippin'
  I can't stop her
  New girl trippin' but I can't drop her
  Cause I need somethin' to balance out the fact
  That it's hard to find a woman when you talented and black
  When you hollerin' at labels
  And they silencing you back
  Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence in ya track
  Well
  Gunshot for the young yacht owner
  See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
  First place is often the worst place
  But fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
  Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
  Surrounded by Filipinos I think of the worst case
  Watch blue and green diamonds I call it the Earth face
  I'm gettin' ya cake I tell you how ya dessert taste
  I get a dessert plate
  Y'all eat pedigree as ya meal
  I've been Urkel for some years it's better bein' Jaleel
  Though I rock lean snap it's better bein' this real
  It's better drivin' a car with the letter B in the wheel
  Seat back
  Light sayin' tank on E
  I got the drank on me
  You better bank on me
  To be the one and only nigga that you ain't gon' see
  In the club with a model spillin' drinks on me
  Nah
  Gimme 20 in the tank on 3
  I'm in the Range bumpin' Keyshia Cole
  Singin' off-key like [Andreena harmonizes]
  I'mma spare y'all
  Why you wanna judge me
  I don't ever compare y'all
  The city is mine
  I know it because I'm there y'all
  It ain't even started I'm really tryna prepare y'all
  Spring '07 second quarter I'm droppin'
  With or without a label man I'm committed to poppin'
  And take over the summer
  Tour to tour hoppin'
  I'mma meet a lot of women I'mma do a lot of shoppin'
  Really no other option
  Spend a lot of money just to make it back
  Anybody I dissed in a song I don't take it back
  Same rappers that's all in ya face sayin' Drake is wack
  Are checkin' my availability just to make a track
  I promise mama
  I'mma do it cause I know I put you through it (I know I put you through it baby)
  And I just want you to sit around with ya friends at a dinner table
  And say "My baby's famous and I knew it" (yeah)
  And it wasn't nothin' to it
  I've drawn it and drew it 'til the pen was out of fluid
  The ballpoint run out
  Then all joints come out classic
  Rappers are fake we can all point one out [Drake Talking]
  Yeah
  I'd like to introduce you to the first lady of the ATF (uhh)
  Miss Andreena Mill
  [Chorus: Andreena Mill]
  Closer to my dreams I'm gettin' higher
  Yeah I feel it in my sleep
  I said I'm gettin' higher
  Yeah
  And closer to my dreams
  Whoa
  Sometimes it feels like I'll never move on
  Closer to my dreams
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  Look
  I took a plane to Hawaii with D
  And we was trippin' off of the speed at which life progressed
  From meetin' Trey in Atlanta to doin' a cameo in his video
  Which made everything right with X (Songz)
  I got too many records and not enough shows
  Far too many rappers and not enough ___
  Well
  You can fill the blank in
  They tryna be the best
  Just tryna place in the rankin'
  Day care play pen drop out
  To grade ten drop out
  To summer '05 with the grey Benz drop out
  Charcoal Charger
  Racin' through back streets
  On my Craig David shit the Artful Dodger
  Shola Ama
  I told her I'mma
  'Bout to get my run on so hold the commas
  Times've changed now I'm older mama
  And these niggas ain't solid they fold in drama
  And that's the realest shit I ever wrote
  A compilation of mental thoughts that I never note
  And "Hi, haters
  I'm back off of hiatus
  How ya album doin'?
  I'm gettin' cake off of my latest"
  Anticipated like the iPhone
  Respected in any city that I roam
  Summertime
  Wintertime
  Dinnertime
  Anytime
  Bet I am the nigga in my town when I arrive
  Home [Outro: Drake talking]
  Yeah one more time 'fore we turn the lights out ladies and gentleman
  (Sing it to' em 'Dreena) lights 'bout to go down, curtains 'bout to close but
  I want y'all to enjoy yourself on the way out, yeah man
  (Yeah man)
  [Chorus: Andreena Mill]
  Closer to my dreams I'm gettin' higher
  Yeah I feel it in my sleep
  I said I'm gettin' higher
  Yeah
  And closer to my dreams
  Whoa
  Sometimes it feels like I'll never move on
  Closer to my dreams