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conversations.value: Write me a song called The Ride with the following description: “The Ride” is Drake’s way of steering the audience through three distinct stages in his career, all of which that detail the artist’s evolving outlook on wealth, fame, and fortune. “The Ride” is the last (outro) song on Drake’s 2012 sophomore album and a collaboration with Abel Tesfaye, who supplements the song with simplistic, yet melodic, background vocals. Surely one of the greatest pieces from two of Toronto’s biggest artist, this song will always serve as a glorious moment for all who forever rep OVOXO. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah
  I hate when, I hate when people say they feel me, man
  I hate that shit
  It'll be a long time before y'all feel me
  If ever
  For real
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  You won't feel me 'til everybody say they love you, but it's not love
  And your suit is oxblood
  And the girl you fuckin' hates you and your friends faded off shots of
  What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of
  Your famous girlfriend ass keep gettin' thicker than the plot does
  And when you forget her, that's when she pop up
  And you got a drop, but you ride around with the top up
  Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
  And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs
  And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley
  Scallops and glasses of Dolce, that shit right up your alley
  Yeah, you see a girl and you ask about her
  Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy hour
  They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
  It's feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
  Walking through airport security with your hat down
  'Stead of gettin' a pat-down, they just keep on sayin' that they feel you, nigga, yeah
  It's been too long
  Been way too long [Chorus: The Weeknd]
  I've been faded too long, ooh
  I've been faded too long, ooh
  I've been faded too long, ooh
  Why won't it stop? The ride
  Why won't it stop? Ooh, the ride
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad, you tell yourself you're in it
  And tell the world around you that your paperwork is finished
  And steal your mother's debit card so you maintain an image
  And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
  You need a minute? You got it
  You know it's real when your latest nights are your greatest nights
  The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of life
  Apartment 1503, some couches and paintings
  Where you record with two others that want the same things
  Yeah, it start to feel better than home feels
  And so you up there every night, you swear you gettin' close
  That champagne money was for gas and phone bills
  But shit, you 'bout to spend it on what matters most
  You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could be the nigga
  And come out every night to let the city see they nigga
  Tellin' stories that nobody relate to
  And even though they hate you
  They just keep on tellin' you they feel you, nigga
  Yeah
  It's been too long, man [Chorus: The Weeknd & 
  Drake
  ]
  I've been faded too long, ooh
  I've been faded too long, ooh
  I've been faded too long, ooh
  Why won't it stop? (
  Yeah
  ), the ride
  Why won't it stop? (
  Uh
  ), ooh, the ride
  [Verse 3: Drake]
  I haven't been inside Terminal 1 and 3 in so long
  I'm drivin' right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
  That runway can be cold, especially after summer's rolled on
  And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
  For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at home?
  What's good at home?
  The same hoes are still at it, I should've known
  My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty Jones
  Problem children that all be reppin' October's Own
  Brand new girl and she still growin'
  Brand new 
  titties
  , stitches still showin'
  Yeah, and she just prayin' that it heals good
  I'm 'bout to fuck and I'm just prayin' that it feels good
  I really don't know much, but, shit, I know a secret
  They say more money, more problems, my nigga, don't believe it
  I mean, sure, there's some bills and taxes I'm still evadin'
  But I blew six million on myself and I feel amazin'
  Young money-maker, season-ticket holder
  Season switching over
  I come through them bitches, still scorchin' as if I didn't notice
  You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in Yoda
  I'm out here messing over the lives of these niggas that couldn't fuck with my freshman floater
  Look at that fuckin' chip on your nephew's shoulder
  My sophomore, I was all for it, they all saw it
  My junior and senior will only get meaner
  Take care, nigga [Outro: The Weeknd]
  Ooh
  I'm still faded, faded, faded (The ride)
  I'm still faded, faded, faded (Why won't it stop? Ooh, the ride)
  Why won't it stop? The ride
  Why won't it stop? Ooh, the ride