conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Tommy Lee with the following description: On “Tommy Lee,” Tyla Yaweh recruits close friend Post Malone. The two sing over a modern hip-hop beat with their melodic flow. They talk about living life with joy without any fears, always keeping hope for the best, and never giving up on life. The song’s title is a reference to the musician Tommy Lee, a famous drummer of the American rock bands, Mötley Crüe and Methods of Mayhem.
  Surprisingly, this marks the first collaboration between the two. Tyla has opened for Post’s Runaway Tour from September 2019 to December 2019. This tour was supposed to end in July 2020, but was cut short due to the COVID-19 pandemic, which was going on at the time of this song’s release. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ah, shit, I'm just workin' in the studio
  Ah, okay
  You miss me?
  Pop off
  You want me to pop off?
  I want you to pop off
  Aight, I'll call you right back (
  XL Eagle made it
  )
  [Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
  You always talkin' about it (You always talkin' about it)
  You never makin' no profit, uh (You never makin' no profit)
  I treat my hoes like a option (Yeah)
  If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh (Okay)
  I'm livin' life like a rockstar (Oh)
  Pullin' up, stretch limousines (Pullin' up, stretch limousines)
  To look at me, that cost a fee (Yeah)
  The double Cs all on my feet
  You always talkin' about it, yeah (You always talkin' about it)
  You always talkin' about it (You always talkin' about it)
  You say that you rappin' in private, yeah (Woah)
  But I see that you cap about it (Yeah)
  Livin' life like a rockstar
  Pullin' up, stretch limousines (Stretch limousines)
  To look at me, that cost a fee (Woah)
  Them double Cs all on my feet (Woah) [Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh]
  I changed my color to Nipsey blue (Nipsey blue)
  Your racks, it get small, that shit pitiful (Racks)
  If you tryna get so physical (Woah)
  That .45 will make you invisible (Woah)
  I'm livin' my life like a criminal (Woah)
  I call this shit First 48 (Ayy)
  I been quiet, there's no one to blame, yeah (Blame)
  My lawyer said we beat the case (We beat the case)
  I'm livin' my life, celebration (Woah)
  I'm thankin' the Lord, I got patience (Woah)
  I'm lovin' the way that she take it (Woah)
  I bend it, I fold it, I flip it
  She bringin' it back just to prove it (Prove it)
  I'm givin' her work just to move it, yeah
  I'm livin' the life that I'm choosin', yeah (Choosin')
  I'm gettin' these racks, gettin' stupid, yeah (Oh)
  [Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
  You always talkin' about it (You always talkin' about it)
  You never makin' no profit, uh (You never makin' no profit)
  I treat my hoes like a option (Yeah)
  If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh (Okay)
  I'm livin' life like a rockstar (Oh)
  Pullin' up, stretch limousines (Pullin' up, stretch limousines)
  To look at me, that cost a fee (Yeah)
  The double Cs all on my feet
  You always talkin' about it, yeah (You always talkin' about it)
  You always talkin' about it (You always talkin' about it)
  You say that you rappin' in private, yeah (Woah)
  But I see that you cap about it (Yeah)
  Livin' life like a rockstar
  Pullin' up, stretch limousines (Stretch limousines)
  To look at me, that cost a fee (Woah)
  Them double Cs all on my feet (Woah) [Verse 2: Post Malone]
  Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee
  Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me
  Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me (Rocks on me, rocks on me)
  I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me (Damn)
  I heard you was mad 'cause I'm poppin' as shit, wow (Wow)
  I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch, wow (Ooh, damn)
  I hop out a plane and went straight to the whip (Ooh)
  I know they can see, I think that's pretty cool if you askin' me
  Bugatti, no body roll, curtains in back of the candy Rolls (Skrrt)
  I love when my lawyer calls, I hate when I run out of smoke
  Pull up to the party, oh, and we like to party, oh
  I finish the bottle, dawg, get this bitch jumpin', no Mario
  Still shit's so hard
  Cigarettes, cough
  Bathroom stalls
  Please don't save my life, oh
  [Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
  You always talkin' about it (You always talkin' about it)
  You never makin' no profit, uh (You never makin' no profit)
  I treat my hoes like a option (Yeah)
  If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh (Okay)
  I'm livin' life like a rockstar (Oh)
  Pullin' up, stretch limousines
  To look at me, that cost a fee (Yeah)
  The double Cs all on my feet
  You always talkin' about it, yeah (You always talkin' about it)
  You always talkin' about it (You always talkin' about it)
  You say that you rappin' in private, yeah (Woah)
  But I see that you cap about it (Yeah)
  Livin' life like a rockstar
  Pullin' up, stretch limousines (Stretch limousines)
  To look at me, that cost a fee (Woah)
  Them double Cs all on my feet (Woah) [Outro: Tyla Yaweh]
  Livin' life like a rockstar