conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called London Roads with the following description: Track 5 off Lil Wayne’s eleventh album Free Weezy Album which was released exclusively on Tidal on Independence Day.
  The track was produced by London on da Track and although the lyrics' only mentions of “London” are: “We got trap houses in London”, and the producer’s signature adlib “We got London on the Track” which appears twice; once at the beginning, and once again when Wayne switches his flow up partway through. So, the track’s title could be partially thought of as influenced by the producer of the instrumental. Additionally however, the song has a sort of melancholy vibe to it that for some is intangibly reminiscent of the mood that would accompany a drive through London’s notorious rain and overcast.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Weed and syrup, yeah
  (We got London on da Track)
  [Verse 1]
  All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes
  I like mouth in my lap and pussy on my nose
  And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove
  You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
  Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
  And I swear every day, I'm on my Ariana grind-de
  I got that yay,
   
  I got that la-di-da-di-da
  And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
  Lord, I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
  No, I come from Hollygrove, turnin' Os to octagons
  I get money while I'm 'sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven
  I dream I saw Lil Beezy and smoked a 'gar with Wessy
  All my niggas, rest in peace, and my enemy, rest pleasant
  So when my niggas creep, they catch him when he least expect 'em
  Mama told me "If you run these streets, run these streets correctly"
  Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me
  Lord knows I wear new clothes to the mall
  Two hoes on my arm
  Fur boots when it's warm
  Church shoes to play ball
  I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
  Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me
  All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
  Boy, that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
  Lord, they better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
  Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
  Lord, all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
  All they sell is pussy 'cause they been sold they soul
  Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zeros
  Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
  Lord, all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
  Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
  I was runnin' outta patience 'til I heard "All aboard"
  They mad 'cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
  Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
  I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
  Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5K
  I be spendin' 25K every 5 days
  I sent my girl on a spa day
  'Cause Hood just came with them chickens
  I don't want you in the house, bae
  Plus we need the kitchen
  Lord, trap house in abundance
  We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me [Interlude]
  (We got London on da Track)
  [Verse 2]
  Hol' up, had to switch the flow up
  Had to pour up, roll some more up
  Watch me go up, my doors go up
  When I show up, why you show up?
  Pick my bro up, pick a O up
  Hit the store up, get a soda
  Get us four cups, split a four up
  Then we slow up, yeah, you know us
  Then we toast cups and we post up
  Don't approach us, we got toasters
  That's my slime, like we ghostbust
  And we both bust, give no fucks
  Take no stuff and take your stuff
  Then ho hunt for some chocha
  I know a ho who'll rock the boat
  But I row her, I'm Noah, Lord
  I remember when I was no one, Lord
  When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards
  Ms. Cita, I remember goin' in your gun drawer
  Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimeters
  Oh Lord, I remember dyin' on her room floor
  And wakin' up in some police's arms, he died recent
  So I hope Heaven made more room for him, and I hope he see me
  'Cause if he didn't save that lil boy, there'd be no Weezy
  Oh Lord