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conversations.value: Write me a song called Burn Slow with the following description: Wiz Khalifa’s “Burn Slow” is likely the lead single from his upcoming fourth major-label release, “Rolling Papers 2: The Weed Album”.
  The song is accredited as featuring Rae Sremmurd, although only Swae Lee of the duo appears, on the song’s hook. While production comes from Mike WiLL Made It.
  In typical Wiz fashion, the song is very much focused on the subject matter that is… marijuana.
  
  Album art by Ryder Ripps. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Swae Lee (Wiz Khalifa)]
  (Niggas gonna need a nap in a little bit)
  Ear Drummers
  Burn slow (Get back up from a trap nap)
  Burn slow, burn slow
  (I'm burning slow right now)
  Burn slow
  (I'm at the end of the inscent)
  Burn slow, burn slow
  (Niggas ain't got kids)
  Burn slow, burn slow
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Nobody open the door
  Homie I blow by the “O”
  Burning it down, kush is all that I know
  I done had all that before
  Shawty a pro, told her get down on the floor
  She take it all in her throat
  She wanna go, smell the weed all in my clothes
  Fuck her, don't need her no more
  Six in a row, get a bitch, give her the bone
  Break her like six in them stones
  Niggas so cold, thinking I sit in the snow
  I keep a bitch getting stoned
  Smoke in my home, all my whips covered in chrome
  All my dips love giving dome
  Get it to go, back to my crib stuffing cones
  Y'all either kids or my clones
  We turnt up on marijuana and champagne
  Them niggas talk ‘bout who they are, but they don’t do a thing
  Can't tell me I ain't drunk I'm on that water in the club
  Different strokes, find me a bitch I can poke
  I'mma go get me an "O" and [Hook: Swae Lee]
  Burn slow, burn slow
  Burn slow, burn slow
  Burn slow, burn slow
  Burn slow, burn slow
  [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  Got a couple thousand dollars and some J's rolled up
  I get money every day so everything's on us
  I got my own strain, it come with my name
  Go straight to the brain, your shit ain't the same
  A different lane, we sipping champagne
  I been in the game, just give me a flame
  She looking for change, I'm rolling up Jane
  I'm balling insane, got more than six rings
  In love with my slang, I'm puffing a J
  I hunt her today, come up with a play
  Most of these niggas be wanting to cuff on a bitch
  I just be up in the way, stuff in the safe
  I'm loving the race, stuck in first place
  Fuck her for days
  Them niggas wanna talk about it but they don't wanna roll
  What it takes to be a real G, they don't even know
  I go to her page, she come to my place
  It look like a maze, we roll up a plane
  She look at my change, she start giving brain
  If they ain't the gang, then we ain't the same [Hook: Swae Lee]
  Burn slow, burn slow
  Burn slow, burn slow
  Burn slow, burn slow
  Burn slow, burn slow