conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Rotating Valets (DJ Breakem Off Mix) with the following description: Samples: Car Service, Rotation, and Draped Up. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Clear the runway baby
  I get money from Sunday to Sunday lady
  Ohh behave I'm young, rich famous
  Grinding, keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger
  O.G in my Swisher so my blunt taste flavored, don't it?
  Ya'll niggas can get if you want it
  Tryna catch a flight?
  I'm in the back seat playing X Box, car service just chillin'
  [Verse 2: Big KRIT]
  Now this could be one of those days
  I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind
  Just pretend that I’m paid
  Do it big, do it large, on the boulevard
  Get a sense of success, pushin' candy cars
  I did some thangs for that Chevy mayne
  Restored the frame, blew the brains, out on everything
  I ain’t ashamed, scooped my dame cause she down to roll
  Since way before, don’t touch my screens or my radio
  She know the score
  [Hook:]
  I'm rollin up another one
  Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww
  They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but its all I know
  I'm seen in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne
  You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh [Verse 3: Big KRIT]
  Now this could be one of those days
  Parlay and I ball, turning necks til they break, outside of the mall
  Going in going hard like a superstar
  Break the bank full tank take me super far
  I swang and bang, sittin' heavy mayne
  Hoggin' lanes candy paint never leave a stain
  Let it rain, hydroplane, but I'm ridin' slow
  Eyes closed, Etta James keep me on my toes
  Can’t let her go
  [Hook:]
  [Verse 4: Bun B]
  Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain
  With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn
  And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple
  Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle
  Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower
  Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
  Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse
  To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck
  I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away
  Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away
  Pull up on your side in the turning lane
  Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce
  And I'm Cadillac turning mayn (i'm gone)
  Little swang to the left, big swang to the right
  My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight
  So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate
  That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight
  We be [Hook:]