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conversations.value: Write me a song called Alright with the following description: Released on April 22nd, 2014, this track was released in promotion of Logic’s then-upcoming debut album Under Pressure (this track went on to be included as a deluxe edition track), rather than on the intended While You Wait EP, which was scrapped.
  The track marked his first collaboration with Big Sean. “In an exclusive interview with HNHH, Logic explained how he and Big Sean linked up, revealing that it wasn’t through the Kid Cudi tour as many assumed.” Part of this track’s recording process was filmed by HardKnockTV.
  
  This track samples a vocal element from Lil Jon and The East Side Boyz‘ track “Who U Wit?”, and multiple elements from the ISAN track “Cathart.”
  
  Behind the scenes footage of Logic working on this song in the studio:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Logic]
  Hold up
  Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah
  Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
  You know everything is alright
  You know everything is al-
  [Verse 1: Logic]
  Just ride with a mothafucka
  Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucka, hold me down
  Chillin', In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, rockin' Adidas
  With a señorita when she sippin' liquor by the liter
  That's royalty, like the homie Gambino
  He know we be in the casino, lightin' Cubans with a C-note
  I'ma fuck the game, dare you to test my libido
  Comin' up shorter than Danny DeVito
  Whenever I step on the beat, ho
  Like a killer on the creep slow
  Had my share of defeat, but we still gon' eat, ho
  While the fans bumpin' 
  Welcome To Forever
   on repeat though, uh
  Wonderin' if I'ma ever fall off
  Feelin' mad at the world, wanna hit it with a sawed-off
  Blowin' up like a Molotov
  This is war, everybody, ain't no reason I'ma call it off
  Get it right, shout out to the homie Dizzy Wright
  In the studio every day
  So you know this shit about to be a busy night
  Everything is al-, everything is alright [Interlude: Big Sean]
  It's Finally Famous over everything
  RattPack gang
  What up though, Logic? Yeah
  Day one shit right there
  [Chorus: Logic & 
  Big Sean
  ]
  Hold up
  Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah
  Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
  You know everything is alright 
  (Sean Don)
  You know everything is al-
  [Verse 2: Big Sean]
  Oh my God, they plottin' and schemin'
  Fuckboys rather me not even breathin'
  They tryna take my blessings away
  They gotta be demons, I'm blessed every day
  And not blessed like I'm sneezin', I'm healthy and well
  On top of my ship and I'm not even sinkin'
  And I could just sit back and say that I'm happy
  But can't spend a day without smokin' and drinkin'
  Got Champagne problems, and I order more
  My wardrobe is Aura Gold
  I'm a young nigga with a older soul
  But still young enough to know I gotta know some more
  I made somethin' out of nothin', Sean Don the magician (Good, yeah)
  She doin' tricks with her pussy, I guess she's a vagician (Good)
  She tryna hold on to a nigga sta-sta-stackin' up (Uh-huh)
  Purell for these fake niggas tryna dap-dap me up
  Hype nigga, back-back-back it up (Woah)
  Claimin' that we homies, boy stop (Stop)
  That's the type of shit I boycott
  Yellin' fuck the 5-0, state troops
  Any nigga with a badge, I don't even trust the boy scouts
  I got these good girls hoin' out
  Tell me what the fuck you know about (What?)
  Bein' that nigga that these niggas don't know about
  Then they throw you in the game
  And you mothafuckin' blow it out
  Now everything is alright [Chorus: Logic]
  Hold up
  Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah
  Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
  You know everything is alright (Yeah)
  You know everything is al- (Uh, yeah)
  [Verse 3: Logic]
  Whippin' through Gotham
  Hatin' mothafuckas, I wanna off 'em
  Hella endorphins, got me livin' life to the coffin
  I'm coughin', wonderin' if I'm goin' insane
  Nobody knowin' my pain
  But I be killin' 'cause I'm into the game
  Now lookin' back, it's like ain't nothin' the same
  All these Spanish women watchin' me like a novella
  Hit you with a Beretta, get you wetter than a umbrella
  Ain't nobody better do it like me
  I know a lot of mothafuckas don't like me, prolly wanna fight me
  But I just keep the peace, no need to keep a piece
  I keep my enemies on a leash, capiche?
  And keep it real for the people I reach