conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Tuscan Leather with the following description: The six minute, six second introductory (and highly-anticipated) song off Drake’s third outing, Nothing Was The Same. The song’s title borrows from Tom Ford’s designer cologne, Tuscan Leather.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah
  Alright, yeah
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Comin' off the last record
  I'm gettin' twenty million off the record
  Just to off these records, nigga, that's a record
  I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure
  Past the present when you have to mention
  This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it though
  'Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go
  Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
  We keep it thorough, nigga
  Rap like this for all of my borough niggas
  I reached the point where don't shit matter to me, nigga
  I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, nigga
  Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga
  I could go a hour on this beat, nigga
  Yeah, I'm just as famous as my mentor
  But that's still the boss, don't get sent for
  Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn't meant for
  'Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more
  Hot temper, scary outcome
  Here's a reason for niggas that's hatin' without one
  That always let they mouth run
  Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it
  Started from the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it
  Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smellin' like a brick
  Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit
  Rich enough that I don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich
  Self-explanatory, you just here to spread the story
  Wassup? [Verse 2: Drake]
  Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV
  Young rebel, Young Money, nothin' you could tell me
  Paperwork takin' too long, maybe they don't understand me
  I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
  Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin'
  I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it
  I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it
  Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me when I'm trippin'
  On a mission, tryna shift the culture
  Tell me who dissin', I got some things that'll hit the culprit
  Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin'
  All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments
  Fuck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message
  Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
  That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
  Like ayy, B, I got your CD, you get an E for effort
  I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless
  Owl chains like credentials,
   you know you see the necklace
  My life's a completed checklist
  I'm tired of hearin' 'bout who you checkin' for now
  Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from now
  That's real
  [Verse 3: Drake]
  How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro?
  Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in 
  Memento
  I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo
  The family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk
  Off everything my pen wrote, we went from Bundy to Winslow
  This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
  I sip the Pora
   
  and listen to Cappadonna (Talk to 'em)
  The fresh prince, just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie
  All these nineties fantasies on my mind
  The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
  I might come through without security to check if you're fine
  That's just me on my solo like "Fuck it", like "YOLO"
  Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself"
  You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself
  And if you end up needin' some extra help, then I could help
  You know, back on your feet and shit
  Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
  How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro?
  How this nigga workin' like he got a fuckin' twin though?
  Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorsese
  And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me
  Now real nigga, wassup?
  Ayy, yeah, ayy
  How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? [Spoken Outro: Curtis Mayfield]
  If there's hell below, I'll see you when you get there
  Are you enjoyin' yourselves?
  If we may, we would just like to close off with somethin' a bit inspirational
  Hopefully something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years
  It don't mean that we can't have a good life
  So we'd like to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought, for all of us
  [Produced by Noah "40" Shebib]