conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Tim Westwood Freestyle with the following description: On June 10, 2010, Drake appeared on the Tim Westwood Radio Show to spit an exclusive freestyle. About a third of the song was used on Lil' Wayne’s “Right Above It” after some changes. So this song is actually called Drake- “Tim Westwood Freestyle”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse]
  Who else really try to mess with Hollywood Cole
  Treating Birmingham like my Hollywood shows
  I'm tryin' to tell you something that you prolly should know
  This that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow
  And ahh, my real friends never hearing from me
  Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
  That's why I pick and choose
  I don't get shit confused
  I'm not with different crews
  We walk the same paths, but got on different shoes
  We live in the same building, but we got different views
  I got a couple cars, I never get to lose
  Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
  And these days all the girls is down to roll
  We hit the strip club, and all them girls find a pole
  Tell your girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
  Tell me today's weather
  I know they say they good but trust me I'm better
  I sound like the coldest Miami night ever
  I'm cold but still hot you can't decide on a sweater
  Really this whatever and I am murdering and this is so amusing
  If there's a sight to see I am an illusion
  I tell you I'm the man baby, what is the confusion
  And if they still sleeping on me someone hit the snooze then
  Keep sleeping while I sell a couple million
  I'm headed for the moon, I ain't bout to hit the ceiling
  I'm about to hit the club, women tell me I'm appealing
  But fuck what they say, let me tell you how I'm feeling
  I'm drinking, these London street lamps got a real glow
  Drizzy playin' driving fast but it feels slow
  And ask your man, he's a hater baby he don't know
  I could kick a punt and turn that shit into a field goal
  This here was meant to get buried
  I got a lot of things, I mention those barely
  I ain't lyin' to the kids, like the dentist ain't scary
  I'm what Lebron was to St. Vincent-St. Mary's
  But I ain't playin' high school games
  Pulling McClarens through a McDonald's drive through lane
  I'm too fly, keep it hip-hop like Afu Ra
  Girl on that McClaren, you gotta lift the doors
  Blades chopping through the city streets, liquid swords