conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Routine Rouge with the following description: https://twitter.com/IAmRichTheKid/status/650719806799376384
  PARTY links up with Ty Dolla $ign and Rich The Kid as the Rich talks about his trapping origins,  Ty speaking on his affection and love to his chick, and PND on the hook in a strong melodious aurora while he smokes and drink at 5 AM.
  Due to PND’s contributions, it could reasonably be his record, but Rich will no doubt be lucky to have “Routine Rouge” land on a future project. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
  Five in the A.M., pourin' these shots of wine
  No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds
  We smoke and foggin' around
  Phone calls go straight to the pound
  We talkin' pound after 
  wooo
  We talkin' pound after the pound
  [Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
  Turn my suite into the club
  You gon' have to wait up for me
  Sextape selfies, don't be selfish
  You gon' have to play that for me
  Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel it?
  You gon' have to wait up for me
  Girl don't you tell nobody
  You gon' have to play that for me
  [Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
  Five in the A.M., pourin' these shots of wine
  No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds
  We smoke and foggin' around
  Phone calls go straight to the pound
  We talkin' pound after...
  We talkin' pound after the pound
  Pound after the pound
  Pound after the pound [Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
  Shawty know I'm trappin' pounds, nigga, blow it down
  Bust it open, I got paper, what you playin' for?
  And that pussy, I'ma pound it
  She want a young rich nigga got so many racks, can't count it
  Trap pounds, trap pounds, I serve all around
  When I come to your town I'ma lay it down
  Got a bitch on a bitch, and I want to know about
  She spit on the dick
  She gon' turn to a freak
  Pop a perc, can you feel it?
  [Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
  Five in the A.M., pourin' these shots of wine
  No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds
  We smoke and foggin' around
  Phone calls go straight to the pound
  We talkin' pound after...
  We talkin' pound after the pound
  Pound after the pound
  Pound after the pound
  [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Pound after pound, I take a fade in it
  She told me, "Don't stop," so I stay in it
  "Ain't no nigga been this deep," that's what she told me
  When we're done all you wanna do is hold me
  I ain't finished, from the kitchen to the bed
  You gon' have to keep up with me
  I don't mind if you stay
  But you're gon' have to wait up for me
  Do you feel it, baby? Can you feel it?
  Shot after shot got us faded
  Girl you look amazing when you're naked
  Stop playin' with it, come give it to me [Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Ty Dolla $ign]
  Five in the A.M., pourin' these shots of wine
  No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds
  We smoke and foggin' around
  Phone calls go straight to the pound
  We talkin' pound after...
  We talkin' pound after the pound
  Pound after the pound
  Pound after the pound