conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Returns with the following description: On “Returns,” NF pairs a refreshing, new flow with lyrical bars to announce the return of his misfit self. The last line specifically references his 2017 track “Outcast,” which was one of the most popular songs off of his third album, Perception. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse]
  What is perfect? Not me
  I've been overworkin' for weeks
  I go home then purchase some things
  That I know will not fill my needs
  Have a dose of what I've achieved
  Then get lonesome and I critique
  Who I am and what I believe
  Make up standards too high to reach
  Untrained animal off the leash
  I'm in panic, but yet relieved
  Brought your hammock to hang with me?
  Grab a hatchet, cut down your tree
  Like a mannequin that can speak
  What I have in store is unique
  I just mop the floors with MCs
  I can't stop until things are clean
  I'm an amateur's what you think
  So you stand there in disbelief
  'Til I dislocate both your feet
  That's what happens, you step to me
  Not too graphic, but not PG
  Lots of action in every scene
  I'm kidnapping all of your dreams
  Hold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (Ahh!)
  Rap aside, I am what I advertise
  Don't matter how you put it, we live, then we have to die
  You might hate it, but you can't deny
  See, everything that I've been doing got me lookin' like a mastermind
  It's so vain, but I vandalize that I do what you fantasizin'
  Took a vision of my dreams
  And then found a better way that I can make it
  I've been looking, think I'm really 'bout to maximize it (Agh!)
  These bullets form in my mind and come out my mouth and (Pow, pow, pow)
  For anyone out there doubting or acting mouthy (Watch, watch, watch)
  Forget what you heard about me, I've been astounding (Got, got, got)
  Something for you thinking you might run circles 'round me
  Yeah, ain't this all I ever wanted?
  That's a fact, no, that's a lie, no
  I'm confused, yeah, I got problems
  What's the use? Yeah, let's be honest
  Screws are loose, I need 'em tightened
  Not amused, yeah, look what I did
  Brought you something, hope you like it
  So precise, the flow the nicest
  So productive, stop your whining
  Back in style like I was vinyl
  I make songs and they go viral
  Something's off if I go idle
  "Been so long," yeah, okay, I know
  Take your shoes off, you're in my home
  You got fans, but not like I do, yeah (I do, I do)
  Thankful, I try to be, can't contain what's inside of me
  They don't like this side of me 'cause I lack in compliancy
  I question what I can see if you're not playing my CD
  No expiring, I'll decide when I think it's my time to leave (Woo)
  Yeah, 'cause they won't retire me, it inspires me to be inspiring
  When I'm low I feel like I'm spiraling
  Pushin' forward, look, I can't ignore it
  There ain't no I in team, but drop the T and A
  Sometimes, if I'm bein' honest, feels like it's only me
  No defeat, notably, better have it right if you're quoting me
  Write my name on your hit list, it might be the last time you wrote something
  Rip that cocky smile right off your face for thinking you're close to me
  Grab a can of gasoline, light it all over your self-esteem
  Selfishly watching y'all helplessly pretend you're on my planet
  Shoot you out of the sky like you're punchlines, you are not landin'
  Gun jammin', reach in your mouth and rip out your tongue after tongue
  Lashings, I hand 'em out like pamphlets in church, Pastor
  Show up to my funeral wearin' all black, and what's happenin'?
  I look around and wonder, "Where my fans at?"
  Oh Lord, they know me so well, they know I'm not in that casket
  Trash bag is prolly buried somewhere full of my ashes
  My music's superb, playin' with words, play with my nerves
  They gon' have a list of issues long as my shirts
  Very absurd, very disturbed
  Stare at the Earth like, "This is not the place I was birthed"
  I'm generic, you sure?
  Oh, they think I'm very reserved
  'Til I open up on the beat like on my 
  Therapy
   work
  I don't care what you heard, real scary, carry the verse
  While I'm wearin' my merch, stompin' on your arrogant turf
  Sit back and observe, nah, I like to actually work
  This life's so unpredictable, it just keeps pitching me curves
  I take a swing, I hate the things that make me feel like I'm dirt
  I've patiently been waitin', please, I think it's time for my turn
  My expertise are melodies, they talk to me when I'm hurt
  Just let me be, eventually someday they'll see what I'm worth
  I cross my I's and dot my T's, it makes no sense, but I've learned
  Normal to you is not to me, the outcast finally returns (Returns, returns)