conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Ends (Demo) with the following description: “the ends” appears on Travis Scott’s sophomore album, Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight. This is a demo version of the song.
  This demo features a more stripped-back beat and an additional second verse. Notably, it lacks its intro, which could be because it was still going to be used on “Europa Pools”; a demo version of that song leaked with the intro that ended up on “the ends”.
  This demo also doesn’t feature André 3000, likely because, at this time, Travis was still under the impression that André was going to narrate the album rather than lay down a verse. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
  Okay, I got it, copy
  20/20 but I can't see nobody
  One eye open, Illuminati
  This might be the verse that make 'em drop me
  Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies
  No, that weren't my girl, that was just a hobby
  Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
  Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah
  X-ray vision, see through you niggas
  Newspaper stand, we press the issue
  We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles
  Right up at your hood up north
  Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
  Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals
  Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals
  Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the
  When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat
  Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet
  Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me
  All black in a Benz when I pull up on you
  [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends
  Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
  From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
  Oh yeah, oh yeah
  Oh yeah, I'm a dog with the dog pound
  Oh yeah, La Flame checkin' in with the heat now
  Oh yeah, havin' to eat now
  Oh yeah, you went Whiteside on the rebound
  Oh yeah, oh yeah
  Oh yeah, running through the 713 with the check
  Our necks iced out got a whole lotta bet, yeah
  Hit it from the don whole lotta young respect
  Oh yeah, copping hella dome on my jet
  Oh yeah, god dammit got a whole new collect
  Yeah, yeah, I've been sipping got my home in a wreck
  Oh yeah, I'ma do the deal now
  In the ends we might come and kick the door down
  Oh yeah, when I follow through you oh now
  Oh yeah, she gon' hit the damn C note when I pull up on you