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conversations.value: Write me a song called 44 More with the following description: On “44 More,” Logic raps just one verse made out of precisely 44 bars. He talks about issues ranging from family troubles to doubters in the industry, while boasting his current position in the rap game.
  The song is a sequel to Logic’s song “44 Bars” from his 2016 mixtape, Bobby Tarantino, which also features exactly 44 bars. This was confirmed by Visionary Music Group on Twitter prior to the song’s release.
  “44 More” marks Logic’s first solo release since his third album Everybody back in 2017.
  The song was teased on Logic’s Instagram story on his 28th birthday.
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Ayy, bitch, I've been goin' and goin' like the Energizer
  Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah
  In the cut, smokin' on indica
  Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
  They say, they say life is a bitch
  And if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her
  No, I am not an advisor, but I do advise ya
  To pay attention, never need to mention
  I'm that motherfucker bustin' heads
  Finna push it to the ledge
  Yeah, I been smokin' my meds
  Ain't got no love for the feds
  Can't let fame go to yo' head
  Fuck with me, watch where you tread
  I'm finna kill it instead
  I'm finna, I'm finna, I'm finna
  I will, I will, do it like I never done it
  And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin' and goin'
  Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
  From the start like this, from the heart like this
  Finna murder it, a million miles a minute, no nitrous
  Doin' righteous
  I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
  Everybody think that they do but they don't
  Swear to God that they would but they won't
  Spittin' riddles in the middle of a past-time
  Me in my mind, feelin' divine, like yeah
  Finna get it like yeah—yeah
  Like yeah, like yeah (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
  I done made 20 million dollars (Preach)
  I don't flex to be acknowledged (Preach)
  At this point it's common knowledge (Preach)
  All you haters been abolished (Preach)
  You in the club throwin' dollars, but I'm savin' mine so my kids go to college (Preach)
  Or maybe whatever they wanna do (Preach)
  Just as long as they never say (Preach)
  "Daddy blew 20 million dollars (Ayy)
  He had to flex to be acknowledged (Ayy)
  He in the club throwin' dollars
  And now cannot afford to send me to college (Ayy)
  Daddy just wanna be loved
  Just like everybody wanna be accepted (Ayy)
  But somehow he had neglected
  Me and my momma for all of this rap shit" (Ayy)
  No, I cannot fuck with that shit (Ayy)
  No, I cannot fuck with that [Verse 2]
  Who you know dropped an album
  Back to back to back to back to back to back again?
  I'm back again to snap again
  And goddamnit, it ain't no other way around it
  Yeah, it's happenin', 'cause I've been livin' in a world on my own
  Leave me alone, I'm in the zone
  Where I've been prone to destroy shit
  You cannot avoid this, wack mothafuckas have annoyed this
  Yes, you know I enjoy this
  Preach, mothafuckin' preach
  Yeah, I'm tryna reach everybody in the streets
  Writin' words to the beats
  Each one teach one, yeah, I'm tryna reach one
  Who the beast one?
  That be me, on the top to the East one
  Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this
  Shout out everybody, no fuckin' around, ain't heard of this
  Heard of us, we ain't goin' nowhere, it's a herd of us
  Hold up, roll up
  [Verse 3]
  Levitated like I'm David Blaine
  Livin' a dream like I'm David Aames
  Talk all you want, we are not the same
  Step in the spot, now they know the name
  Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry
  If that ain't a sign of the times
  Then I don't know what is, man this shit is scary
  'Cause bitch, I've been blowin' up like C-4
  And I'm 3 for 3 like a free throw
  Anybody hatin' on the boy, take a step back and then deep-throat
  Now my phone blowin' up like ring
  Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!
  That Kevin Durant, I'm a champion
  Check the numbers, I'm a champion
  Can't sleep on the boy anymore
  But the haters that love to hate gon' pop an Ambien
  Star Lord, champion
  Know the name, now they know the alias, that's for sure
  Gave 'em 44, now here's 44 more