conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 5AM with the following description: “5AM” takes a dive into Logic’s troubled childhood, but is quickly turned around with feelings of confidence being spit about his rise into hip hop.
  The track reportedly got its name because Logic wrote it at 5 in the morning. He almost changed the title because of Drake’s “5AM in Toronto”:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Alright
  Seen a lot of shit (Yeah)
  Seen a lot of shit
  [Verse 1]
  I seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have but never forgot it though
  Brothers on the corner selling crack like it was nada though
  Walk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floor
  Police banging on the door while gripping a .44
  I was just a youngin' but this type of shit I seen before
  Y'all see a white boy, but my daddy a negro
  Half breed motherfucker grip the mic and he flow
  I just wanna spread love, they want me to bleed slow
  I just wanna keep the peace and help people
  Give some of this money that I'm making to the people
  So if you hatin' on me, goddamn, you evil
  And just don't understand 'cause I'm flyer than Knievel
  Been through a lot of shit but I keep it on the D-Lo
  Never bustin' in 'em streets but I keep it G though
  I ain't into fairy tales, I'm just me, ho!
  Only thing I talk about is everything that we know
  I heard you got a fucking problem, bitch, I bet I beast
  Ain't no need to reach, I don't need a piece
  I just kill 'em with kindness, yeah, we leave ‘em deceased
  And tell it like it is so now you got it, capiche? Homie, what up? [Chorus]
  Let me bring it back down
  They think it's a game right now (Yeah)
  But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (Yeah)
  Back where I came from now
  We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
  They think it's a game right now
  But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now
  Back where I came from now
  We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
  [Verse 2]
  I hope you live a long life hatin'
  Now watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating, uh
  So successful they probably say I signed with Satan
  But I got God on my side, always down to ride
  Don't get it twisted, I ain't perfect in the least
  I'm still all up in your girl jeans like a crease
  Matter fact like a geneticist
  These rappers' records comin' out, they so repetitive
  Shout out my homie Chance
  , 
  peace to Skizzy Mars
  RattPack, homie Castro, we dropping bars
  It's all love, man that shit is ours
  They never thought I'd make it, shooting for the stars
  Yeah, I'm a born sinner, but it's a Cole world
  Shout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girl
  But that's a touchy subject like a priest, whoa
  I heard y'all finally eating over there, we got a feast, though
  Keep it RattPack 'til the beat go
  You might not get the flow now, let it seep though
  Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floor
  But we dumb it down so they spin it on the radio
  Racism all up in 'em, that shit is irrelevant
  My flow is colorblind,
   rapping for the hell of it
  I don't give a fuck, my mind-state celibate
  Run quick, tell a bitch, rap getting me hella rich
  Out the blue like Ella Fitz
  , my flow is so elegant
  Death before dishonor
  , 
  murderin' rappers in front of they mama's
  I rep Artanis, decipher the word 'cause it's ebonics
  Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra, yes, I gotcha, bitch it's Logic [Chorus]
  Let me bring it back down
  They think it's a game right now (Yeah)
  But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (Yeah)
  Back where I came from now
  We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
  They think it's a game right now
  But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now
  Back where I came from now
  We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
  [Ad-Lib: Woman]
  Mmmn, I'm thinking...
  Okay