conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Liquor Locker with the following description: “Liquor Locker” is an alcohol-fueled ballad and the 5th track on Vic Mensa’s commercial debut EP, There’s Alot Going On. With an assist from Ty Dolla $ign, Vic drunkenly attempts to woo an unnamed girl only to encounter strong resistance, which forces him to solve this problem with the most logical solution—more alcohol (don’t drink, kids).
  The song marks Vic’s first commercial return to sonic elements from his stint with Kids These Days. The instrumentation for “Liquor Locker” was largely inspired by the sound of Ty Dolla $ign’s “Horses in the Stable”, while the emphasis on vocal melodies is clearly inspired Vic’s time with his former band. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Vic Mensa]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Thought you was coming over? Wake up
  [Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
  Late night calls, feeling slightly faded
  Free alcohol at the club, that shit's overrated
  Call up Liquor Locker—*brrt brrt!*
  —bring me apple vodka
  Shawty, yeah, yeah, yeah
  You know that I could do you proper
  Pour you a drink
  Would you please stop fussing with your Samsung?
  I call your bluff, why you playing?
  I ain’t that nigga to play games on
  No, no, no, no, I could do you proper, proper
  I could do you proper, proper
  I love your conversation, usually I’m not the long talker, but this
  [Chorus: Vic Mensa]
  Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin'
  Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much
  Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning
  Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?
  I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you
  Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this liquor
  Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking
  Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa [Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
  Don't listen to Kiara, she be talkin' crazy
  She say I'm a savage, man, that bitch just be hatin'
  I just think you're worth it, oh, please don't take it personal
  But by the way you talk, I know that I could do you proper
  Pour you a drink, is it me, or is one of us romantic?
  Don't be so stiff, move your hips
  I ain't that nigga 'til you're dancin'
  I hope you know I can do you proper, proper
  Like I was a doctor, doctor
  This is an emergency, hurry up, call the Liquor Locker, pour up the
  [Chorus: Vic Mensa]
  Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin'
  Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much
  Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning
  Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?
  I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you
  Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this
  Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking
  Way too much, way too much, way too much
  [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Drinkin' Bombay 'til we all fucked up
  I was drinkin' Bombay 'til I had to throw up
  I was boolin' with a baddie from the Bay Area
  Couldn't make it up the stairs, had to get carried up, ay
  Way too much Adderall, I can't sleep now
  Kush got my eyes low, can't see now
  Orange Tesla got me on ten right now
  If I get her naked, I'ma sin right now
  Can I hit it proper? Fuck you real proper
  Have you screaming "Papa", yeah
  Touch all on your body, feelin' on your body
  Fuck all on your body, yeah
  Too many drinks and all these drugs
  Done way too much, way too much, way too much
  So please, get off your Samsung
  And let's do this while your man's gone, baby, yeah [Chorus: Vic Mensa]
  Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talkin', talkin'
  Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much
  Got me textin', callin', it's 2:30 in the morning
  Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?
  I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you
  Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this
  Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking
  Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa
  [Outro]
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh