conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Just Another Interlude with the following description: Bryson Tiller is keeping it real with his newest track, “Just Another Interlude.”
  Tiller outlines his relationship with a new lover. With each confiding in each other after their previous affairs, Pen Griffey isn’t holding back on this girl while keeping the T R A P S O U L game lit.
  Years later, the track went on to be included on the deluxe version of that project. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Even though you're all alone
  All alone when I am gone
  I just wanna keep you warm
  I'm coming back, I'm coming back
  (
  How I wanna touch you
  ) Look at her
  (
  I'm so far away, I'm so, all I wanna
  )
  (
  How I wanna touch
  ) Look at lil' mama, man look at her
  (
  I'm so far away, I'm so, all I wanna
  ) That ain't my
  [Verse 1]
  That ain't my, that ain't my girl, that's my nigga
  Catch me out on Ocean Drive wit' her
  Ayy, catch me in the whip ridin' wit' her
  Hey, sippin' somethin', bumpin' B.I.G "Hypnotize" wit' her
  Pray you get that job in Tampa
  That's only four hours away
  Take a car, take a plane
  Baby, whichever is faster
  Uh, whichever one isn't a hassle
  Aw damn, yeah, uh, ho
  Never knew, no, I never knew
  That you'd be a freak and a friend too, yeah
  You into everything I'm into, ho
  I got some end that I can lend you, ho
  A piece of mind, baby, come and get a piece of mine, yeah
  Say you gotta work from three to nine, oh
  I'll get you home by a decent time
  Wait, fuck yo' bed, you can sleep in mine, yeah
  Let's make it happen, girl, I need some time
  Speakin' of time, who stopped it?
  That's the feelin' that I get when we lock lips
  I got the weed at the crib, and the liquor too
  I fuck your soul out, releasin' your spiritual
  I'll be yo muse, bring your easel and pencils, too
  Here you go, you tryna tease wit' them pictures
  You can ride on me, just like you ride the elliptical
  She said, "I'm tryna keep it tight for my nigga'"
  Girl, unlike your last nigga, all I need is mental
  You know I'll work you out, get you right wit' your physical [Interlude]
  Oh, it's just another interlude
  Askin' all them questions
  Girl, you know I don't do interviews
  It's pitiful that when I'm wit' them other bitches, I pretend it's you
  [Verse 2]
  Oh, you work at Kohl's, you in dental school
  Wifin' now, you foldin' clothes, cookin' dinner too
  Young Tiller, girl, I'm known as Pen Griffey too
  It's only right that I swing by and hit it too
  First base, second base, third base
  I'm tryna get you in your birthday (Suit), oh
  I know these other niggas thirsty
  But please never entertain 'em 'cause that would hurt me
  [Bridge]
  You feel me, yeah
  I know you feel me, oh
  I know you feel me, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Woah, woah, huh
  Girl, I know you feel me, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
  So much to look forward to baby, woah, hey
  Let's not rush into it, nah
  Let's not rush into it
  When we get to it, we can give it all that we got [Outro]
  Ah, too lit for this shit right now
  I'm too busy for this shit right now (Hey)
  Don't wanna talk about this shit right now (Hey)
  I'ma wait and let you simmer down (Hey)
  You wasn't wit' it, but you wit' it now
  Don't tell him that you fuckin' wit' Tiller
  Nah, please don't
  You're still on the way?