conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Buried Alive Interlude with the following description: Kendrick’s thoughts on his ascension to fame and how it’s going to change him and his art. Or maybe he’ll overcome his vanity, the ego that comes with power.
  Because of power, fame and money, his former self dies, buried alive. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
  Box
  I would surely break the lock
  I'd jump right in and, and fall asleep, I, I fall asleep
  'Cause, 'cause, 'cause you, 'cause you are the death of me
  'Cause you are the—
  If you was in a pine box, box
  I would surely break the lock
  I'd jump right in and, and fall asleep, I, I fall asleep
  'Cause, 'cause, 'cause you, 'cause you are the death of me
  'Cause you are the—
  The, the death of me, you, you, the death of me
  [Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
  Lookin' in the mirror, I'm embarrassed
  I'm feelin' like a suicidal terrorist
  React like an infant whenever you are mentioned
  Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis
  I'm in the matter of man, arm wrestlin' hands I was dealt
  When I said the music business was all I needed
  When I got it, I was greeted by an alien
  That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
  That gave him an addiction that'd keep him in Mercedes Benz
  Bright lights and Rihanna as a lady friend
  My vice is similar
  Women love when you're my type
  And you're winnin' from everything that your palm write
  Put her in the Palms Hotel, sin city
  Devil in a dress,
   
  Platinum Chanel
  Live the ambiance all 'cause the audience one day said I would do it
  So instead of a verse bein' read
  I'ma go and get some head off the strength of my music
  I tell a bad bitch your ass too fat, capitalize that
  And your weave look good with the Indian tracks
  Trackin' device on your used 5 Series
  I don't call back, just blame it on your Canadian
  The same day we say we in the area cruisin' in Toronto
  Hit me on the cellular, thought he was gonna sell me a false word like the rappers I know
  Sat down with a few drinks, located where you can't see us
  A white waitress on standby when we need her
  A black Maybach, 40 pulled up Jeep
  No doors, all that nigga was missin' was Aaliyah
  Felt like the initiation, a reality livin' in the matrix
  We talk casually about the industry
  And how the women be the tastemakers for the shit we makin'
  Then he said that he was the same age as
  Myself, and it didn't help 'cause it made me even more rude and impatient
  So blame it on Mr. OVOXO
  The reason why I'm breathin' all the vanity I know
  The reason why my best friend say she love me more than life
  But I live a double life and need to let her go
  The reason why the highlight was when he said
  You belong to the people when you outside
  So dig a shovel full of money, full of power, full of pussy
  Full of fame and bury yourself alive,
   
  then I died