conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Finessin Hearts with the following description: “Finessin Hearts” is an emotional track about the difficulties of love. If not finessed properly, one may end up in Uzi’s position; alone and in their feelings.
  The original instrumental was created by PJ Beats. DP Beats slightly changed the bass on the instrumental but PJ was not credited as a producer or writer when the track was released on SoundCloud. The instrumental was released on December 28, 2015, on YouTube by Hipstrumentals Ten. PJ released the original instrumental on August 15, 2016, on YouTube. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  PJ Beats
  DP on the beat
  [Chorus]
  Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react
  Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
  Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
  Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
  She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No)
  Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
  Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
  Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
  Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react
  Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
  Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
  Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
  [Verse 1]
  Promethazine got me in a dream
  Smokin' gas, lungs collapse
  Xanny bars, take 'em by the threes
  Man, you need to relax
  All these drugs, feel like a junkie
  It won't bring her back
  And if I thought anybody really had my back
  It'd be you, know you still my boo thing
  Pull up in V, in that Mulsanne (Sportscar)
  Kick game so retarded, it's a Liu Kang (Fire, fire)
  Do anything for you 'cause I'm a fool, mane
   (Fool)
  Ayy [Refrain]
  Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo)
  Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing
   (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi)
  I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah)
  She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames, ayy
  [Chorus]
  Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react
  Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
  Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
  Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
  She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No)
  Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
  Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
  Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
  Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react
  Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
  Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
  Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
  [Refrain]
  Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo)
  Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi)
  I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah)
  She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames, ayy
  Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo)
  Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi)
  I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah)
  She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames
  , ayy [Verse 2]
  Gettin' that money, spent a lot of money my new chain, yeah
  She left her hubby to get right with me, that's a food chain
  Young nigga quick, stay on his shit and I won't turn into food, mane
  Put on my necklace, look at them diamonds, water water jewels, mane
  Gettin' this money, go to Bora Bora right with my crew, mane
  Treatin' these girls like they is animals in a zoo, mane
  Seventeen hundred a young nigga stuntin', I spend that on shoes, mane (One pair)
  Burberry
  Ghetto bitch got Burberry
  (Ghetto bitch got Burberry)
  [Chorus]
  Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No)
  Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
  Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
  Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
  She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No)
  Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
  Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track
  Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact
  [Outro]
  DP on the beat
  PJ Beats