conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called All Figured Out with the following description: Big Sean explaining this song on Life and Times:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Big Sean]
  Finally Famous in this…
  [Verse 1: Big Sean]
  It's crazy how they think you got it all figured out
  Just because your bank account gets all figured out
  Next time somebody try and tell you how to run your shit
  And they ain't major shit, do yourself a favor, kick 'em out
  Eat good and do that, you'll live a long life
  I always say long days is better than long nights
  At least in the day you've got shade
  In the nights it’s all shadows
  , 
  don't get caught at wrong lights
  I wish somebody would have told B.I.G. that before March 9th
  I used to think there's no such things as wrong rights
  Till my stepbrother brought home them extra groceries
  Extra cheese, now Mom could make her special recipe
  But I didn't know it was off of infested streets
  Now he the reason I gotta walk with my little niece to go eat
  I guess that's the hunger that got me out
  At the top of hotel suites renting the lobbies out, you know
  Stuntin' like a bitch, prom night me out
  Had the girl I've wanted since ninth grade trying to route
  That was back when I was seventeen
  It's crazy though, 'cause even then I thought I had It all figured out
  [Chorus: James Fauntleroy] [Verse 2: Big Sean]
  It's crazy how much that you can see with your eyes closed
  'Specially if you've got a vision
  Or how you could have everything
  And still think about everything missing
  Like I probably remember the times that I missed out on more than the ones I lived
  I probably remember the girls that I ain't have more than the ones I did
  But I remain a two timing, one girl on the way
  Two lying and one bed-never too tired
  Smoke so much I need two lighters
  Shoppin' overseas I do buy it, who higher?
  They taught me that I had to dream, Black History Month
  I wake up and treat the day like stack history month
  I'm talkin' Malcolm Flex, Jessie Rackson
  Front of the plane, I'm Rozay Parks
  SUV swervin' like it's O.J.' car
  Oh, so me and my dogs is all gettin' out
  Somewhere in the club probably all liquored out
  Finna take extra shots for my dogs missin' out
  That keep remindin' me at the same time
  That I still ain't got it all figured out
  Fact, the only thing I really figured out
  Is that I'll never have it all figured out, fuck
  [Refrain: Big Sean]
  Even when your bank account is all figured out
  Even when your bank account gets all figured out
  Even when your best friend gets all triggered out
  Even when it…all of it…when you still ain't got… [Outro: Big Sean]
  Today I woke up and realized every day gets shorter
  Every minute turns to the longest second, yet never ending
  Age is nothing but a reminder
  And it doesn't tell you how old or young-minded someone is
  'Cause we all start at the same starting point of a woman's legs
  But each have our own finish line
  Understand it never ends
  And the only way to be immortalized is to be remembered
  Hopefully from right than wrong
  Better to be in the hall of fame than shame
  Whether it exists for what you do or not
  We create this world so we make what exists
  It isn't about the award
  It's about the award of being immortalized and remembered for all the right reasons
  Mistakes are forgotten
  No footprints of any missteps
  So when it's so late that it's early
  And you need a drink even though the bar's closed
  Remember why you do what you do
  For the coldest drinks, the fastest cars, luxury
  The adrenaline rush of creating what you think about
  With who thinks about you
  Your family, your team
  The joy of looking back and saying that you did it
  Winning the game
  Hall of fame