conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Out of Sight with the following description: The phrase “knock on wood” hints at the hopeful reoccurrence of a positive statement. With a $50,000 Rolex and a pair of legendary kicks worth well over $7,000 at the age of 29, Logic’s already living the most common definition of success in the industry with much room for growth. Throughout the song, Logic flexes while hoping for a flex in the future. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  What?
  [Chorus]
  We gon' make it, knock on wood
  We gon' make it, knock on wood
  Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
  50,000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
  Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
  'Cause I (What?), uh, I'm out of sight
  Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What?)
  I think I did, God damn, think I did
  Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
  Then I dig up in the rib (What?)
  [Verse]
  We gon' make it, knock on wood
  We gon' make it, knock on wood (What?)
  Used to wish that I could ball
  Yeah, I used to wish I could
  Now with millions in the bank
  My only question is I should (What?)
  Scared money don't make none
  , yeah, I'm good
  50 50 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
  Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
  Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth
  Like a cleat, like a (What, what?), like a cleat
  Bobby gon' body the beat, then you know he gon' repeat
  'Cause I'm what? Out of sight
  'Cause I'm (What?), I'm out of sight
  Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh
  I think I did, hold up now, I think I did
  Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
  Then I dig up in the rib
  50 million in the bank, hundred million on my mind
  If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time
  Switch the flow up when I rhyme
  Switch the flow up when I rhyme
  People throwin' shade 'cause I shine
  50,000 in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind
  Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps
  Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like [Chorus]
  We gon' make it, knock on wood
  We gon' make it, knock on wood
  Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
  50,000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
  Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
  'Cause I (What?), uh, I'm out of sight
  Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What?)
  I think I did, God damn, I think I did
  Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
  Then I dig up in the rib (What?)
  We gon' make it, knock on wood
  We gon' make it, knock on wood (What?)
  People always told me I would never make it out my hood
  Yeah, I made it, knock on wood
  Now I made it, knock on wood
  All the money we makin' keep circulatin' like it should
  [Outro]
  What, what?
  What, what?