conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Warm Up with the following description: “Warm Up” is a single that was initially debuted on September 8th, 2016 by NF to pump up the fans for his upcoming Therapy Session Tour. He sent out an email to those on his mailing list including  a link to download the song for free. Due to technical difficulties, “Warm Up” was delayed and finally released on September 9th, 2016. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  Somethin' for the fans
  Yeah
  [Verse]
  I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home (Just to feel at home)
  I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone (Just to be alone, yeah)
  I got an issue with people pretendin' they like what they don't
  Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with your own
  Please don't try to pretend like you keep it real, though
  Yeah, it's funny that you got a lotta money
  But that money doesn't buy you skills, though
  I don't care if I am on the billboards
  On a killin' spree, I'm 'bout to kill more
  Got a chain on you paid a mill' for (Woo)
  I mean what you people even live for?
  I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (Haha)
  We just gettin' warmed up (Woo)
  Yeah, I said I was comin', I warned you (Ah)
  So close to the fans, 
  I feel like they ride on my tour bus
  You wanna know what I do in my downtime? 
  They come to my fortress
  I apologize for all the corpses
  It's a mess right now, but I haven't had time to put the rappers in the coffins (Yeah)
  We ain't talked in like six years, why you writin' me now?
  I just turned a 100K down, just to keep the brand lookin' right, now (That's real)
  I ain't braggin' 'bout the money, I'm just sayin' I ain't controlled by the bank account
  Or the bank amounts, I'm a business man
  But don't touch my money, I don't play around, woo
  Lights out when the mic's out
  'Bout to hit the West Coast, hype crowds
  I just put a record out, what you think I'm gonna pipe down?
  Nah, I've been lookin' for a beat, look what I found, woo
  I mean everything is comin' out of my mouth
  Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain't had the right sound
  Oh yeah? Well, tell me what you think now
  Two records in the bag, I ain't done, no
  What's comin' next year? 
  Let me hear the drum roll
  Don't flow, anybody wanna be the one
  To make an issue out of nothin'? I'ma hit you with my iPhone
  I know, I'm a little out of hand now
  I ain't lookin' for a handout
  You ain't like what I was doin' last year which is funny
  'Cause you lookin' like a fan now, are you a fan now?
  I kinda miss bein' broke, 
  now let me go back to my old days
  When I used to walk into high school and hand out my CD in hallways
  I told all my teachers that I'd be a rapper, they smiled and looked at me, "Okay
  That's a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job." Mmm, no way
  Yeah, I live what you dreamin' (Oh)
  I could do this while I'm sleepin'
  I ain't the type that'll bring up your name for nothin'
  But please, don't give me a reason
  I'm on the edge now, I ain't playin' with you
  Never really been a fan of takin' pictures
  I'm just bein' honest, yeah, I'll take it with you
  Shows sellin' out, better get your tickets, oh Lord
  I got a love for the fans
  I can't express what it feels like
   (Oh yeah)
  Sometimes I wonder if it's even real life
  Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place
  You know the glove is my birthplace
  I don't wanna be rude, but I could get you on my worst days
  Say nothin' for me, do it all the time
  Yeah, they barely workin' while I'm workin' overtime
  Last year they like, "Who am I?"
  Now this year they like, "You the guy"
  Here's a lil' some' for your car rides
  If they said I fell off, they all lied
  Yeah, you know the logo, better recognize
  Yeah, it's Real Music 'til the day we die,
   
  yeah