conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Tokyo Nights with the following description: “Tokyo Nights” is the lone new track from Logic on The YS Collection Vol. 1.
  On the track, Logic and Like come together to spit back-to-back verses with no chorus in between. The two flex about their current lifestyles and what they had to go through to reach these heights.
  Logic noted that this collaboration was created “in the last few years” and was added on just to give the fans something in addition to the re-release. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
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  [Verse 1: Logic]
  Uh, feel my soul from this flow
  I'm a six inch gash as far as openness go
  I'm hopin' they know if I open the door
  I'ma go and never come back
  I'ma rewire your brain like a ounce of Prozac
  I was a loser in school and now they cheer for us
  Madison Square Garden is packed out for us
  Fuck around and drop a whole album without a chorus
  I'ma watch the money come like a clitoris
  The force is with us of course
  Split your whole shit like a wicked divorce
  But thank God, all the ladies, they adore us
  I was Screech back in the day and—
  [Verse 2: Like]
  —Now a nigga Zack Morris
  Fuck the chorus, real ones go to bat for us
  April 21st, mom gave birth to a black Taurus
  The beginnin', I was schemin', I was dreamin', I was thinkin'
  I had to run away from all of my dеmons
  I believe in a simplе goal, stay true to what's you
  And everybody else gon' see you for you
  Good and bad, yin and yang, it's the same
  It depends on your intentions, what's your aim? What's your end goal?
  I had to touch down on myself, I'm in the end zone
  A nigga had to go to hell twice just to get home
  A nigga had to pay the whole price just for his skin tone
  So even if I do this shit right, it still could end wrong
  Drop a couple of jewels that you could live on
  Me and Logic make this shit bump, it's like a ingrown [Outro]
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