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conversations.value: Write me a song called Poet and Parade with the following description: “Poet and Parade” is a throwaway from the ‘Rodeo sessions; it’s thought to be the missing erased song from the early tracklist shared by Mike Dean. The first half is a finished version of the demo, “Pour Up”; the second half is unfinished on this version, featuring a rough mumble verse. It leaked on May 10, 2023. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Part I: Poet]
  [Chorus]
  Ridin' 'round in my old whip
  Used to drive that thing like I stole it
  I control the drop while you roll it
  12 pull us over, you'll hold it
  You the coldest girl out the North, yeah
  You the hottest girl and you know it
  I might just let you poet for real, yeah
  [Bridge]
  Ah, yeah, got a little trip
  Got it real, ridin' really real
  Ridin' round, trynna make a mil', yeah
  [Verse]
  Damn, I woke up not a monogamous
  Lipstick all over my boxers, though
  Who knew this trill shit was possible?
  Money, money, alcohol, pussy, weed
  Everything that I need, a whole lotta more
  Got them gold wrappers though
  Aha, you know, scared that bitch, vamanos
  I gotta know one thing about you before I ménage you
  Is you freaky, you nasty? You know you likе women?
  You remind me of Holly
  Ayo, Holly, I'm in it, lеt me know when you ready
  Come and lay with a lion
  I'ma pounce on that pussy, you know when I’m in it
  You cum harder than I do
  Like a Xan' on a bicycle, know I be rollin'
  Rollin', I'm rollin', I’m focused I don’t need no foldgers
  No remote, I'm gone control it
  Stomach rumblin', I be money hungry
  Got the money coming in right at the spot where it so hot, surrounded by police
  Hop in my whip, we can ghost it, yeah [Bridge]
  Ah, yeah, got a little trip
  Got it real, ridin' really real
  Ridin' round, trynna make a mil', yeah
  [Chorus]
  Ridin' 'round in my old whip
  Used to drive that thing like I stole it
  I control the drop while you roll it
  12 pull us over, you'll hold it
  You the coldest girl out the North, yeah
  You the hottest girl and you know it
  I might just let you poet for real, yeah
  [Part II: Parade]
  [Chorus]
  We pull up, we park up, we hop out, we pop out, parade (Yeah)
  All of these bitches and bottles, it's Cirque du Soleil (Woo)
  I need all these hunnids, these thousands, these millions today (Straight up, ayy)
  They callin' me Michael the way that I'm beatin' the case (La Flame)
  So go 'head and boot up and light up and start a parade (Woo)
  My niggas drug dealers and killers, they not no fugaz' (Yeah)
  I'm the man, I'm the man with the bands in his hands that can start a parade (Straight up)
  Call your friends, call your friends, tell 'em run it and come over, let's start a parade [Verse]
  Last time I told these niggas, "I show up, it's on"
  Nigga, Af-on, when I rep my life, nigga, that's on my own
  Peace sign with my piece so long, nigga, as if it gon' go
  Short-haired, short-minded nigga, shorty for the feelin' feely-ówns
  See these niggas that get it poppin' than these niggas got a hasi' than the world wraithe
  In-a-sod my niggas, a lotta feelin' my niggas and, Goddamn, my niggas a lil' late
  Need to show up late, nigga, show up
  Hit em' on in, get your dough up
  Hoes in-a-ma-fiy' with the flow up, nigga, go nuts
  Ooh, hit this parkin' lot, hittin' doughnuts
  Swervin' off that curb, nigga, don't crash into my worst
  Mo'fucka, I might blast it out and get a hurry
  Hin a min' or get it early
  Fist-a-Mona ring or visit Barzé, is it worth it?
  [Chorus]
  We pull up, we park up, we hop out, we pop out, parade (Yeah)
  All of these bitches and bottles, it's Cirque du Soleil (Woo)
  I need all these hunnids, these thousands, these millions today (Straight up), ayy
  They callin' me Michael the way that I'm beatin' the case (La Flame)
  So go 'head and boot up and light up and start a parade (Woo)
  My niggas drug dealers and killers, they not no fugaz' (Yeah)
  I'm the man, I'm the man with the bands in his hands that can start a parade (Straight up)
  Call your friends, call your friends, tell 'em run it and come over, let's start a parade [Open Verse]
  [Chorus]
  We pull up, we park up, we hop out, we pop out, parade (Yeah)
  All of these bitches and bottles, it's Cirque du Soleil (Woo)
  I need all these hunnids, these thousands, these millions today (Straight up), ayy
  They callin' me Michael the way that I'm beatin' the case (La Flame)
  So go 'head and boot up and light up and start a parade (Woo)
  My niggas drug dealers and killers, they not no fugaz' (Yeah)
  I'm the man, I'm the man with the bands in his hands that can start a parade (Straight up)
  Call your friends, call your friends, tell 'em run it and come over, let's start a parade