conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Middle of the Ocean with the following description: In a track that does indeed make you feel exactly where the title is, Drake lays a detailed verse filled with ear-catching one-liners and sneaky remarks over an O'Jays sample.
  The song features a sample of “Cry Together” by The O'Jays, which has been extensively sampled by AZ & Nas, Wu-Tang Clan, The Diplomats, Slick Rick, and more.
  Over the song’s nearly six-minute length, Drake name drops a slew of notable figures, ranging from NFL references to disses towards Serena Williams' husband, with a spoken word outro by Birdman providing a Cash Money finish. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah
  I'm in the Missoni room at the Byblos
  The boat was rockin' too much on some Aaliyah shit
  For real
  We goin' from the Vava to Cinquante-Cinq, then back to the Vava
  If you know, you know, baby, I don't, I don't know what to tell you
  Yeah
  Ayy
  [Verse: Drake]
  Look
  Long way from Sette Mezzo
  Meet Tommaso and Ernesto
  Short rigatoni with the pesto
  These verses are my manifesto
  Hallways got an echo
  Me and Smiggz on the loose in the city, you know how the rest go
  Casual sex, I'm like, "Fuck a dress code"
  The first martini is an espresso
  Chill shot glasses with prosecco
  Niggas so ignorant in our hood, they bе like, "Why the fuck you makin' techno?"
  I'm worldwidе and this is just another cargo jet flow, I had to let go
  Life insurance policies, you niggas 'bout to need the gecko
  I got some meaner threats, though
  Me, Spider-Man, and Leonardo, I'm back tomorrow
  I had the chopper to a wedding out in Monaco or Monte Carlo
  I'm losin' track of where we all go
  I wouldn't trade my life for none of y'alls, it's an embargo
  Fifty-nine bags on the 767, this is heavy cargo
  Yeah
  Fifty-nine bags on the—, ayy
  Swedish jail cell smellin' like some Carby Musk
  For your birthday, your boyfriend got a party bus
  Bottle signs, club lines, should've come with us
  We left that shit in '09 when we was comin' up
  I mean, these just my suggestions of course
  EmRata here fresh off divorce
  And I'm tryna look in her eyes, maybe express my remorse
  If she want a rebound with me, I'm down to go get her some boards
  I'm here for the moral support
  Whippin' the Vespa off of six tequilas
  Big Benjamins like the Pittsburgh Steelers
  Drake, you got it
  Robert Kraft sent the jet for us, that shit was patriotic
  You would think we live in Baltimore, the way they ravin' 'bout the latest product
  Teachin' niggas how to mind they business, and my latest stuff
  Might be the only teacher that gets paid enough
  That's why I'm in Hyde Park buyin' like half of Harrods
  You niggas are too concerned with makin' sure y'all outfits gon' match in Paris
  If we don't like you, you payin' tax and tariffs
  Come to the 6 and I'm like the actin' sheriff, deputy
  First got to America, niggas wouldn't check for me
  No chance the kid'll make it here like vasectomy
  They underestimated my trajectory
  But now they gotta pay that shit direct to me
  I send the label bills, bills, bills like the other two women standing next to Bey, that shit was just—
  Independent women is lovin' the new appearance
  Matter of time before I go net a Bey like a Paris
  Like, "Honey, you gotta know that I never wore Mike Amiris or never hopped in a Urus"
  I got my head in the clouds, I'm serious
  The lyrics begin to reveal themselves over time periods
  Promise you'll get that shit when the sky clears
  This shit designed for divine ears
  My favorite two words from you white boys is, "Sign here"
  And then comes the sound of glass clinkin' from a wine cheers
  Swear I'm pocket checkin' y'all for five years
  And then we 'bout to kick this shit in high gear
  Eight karats like vegetarians, nigga, the earrings are droopy
  Contract Lord of the Rings, think it's a script for the movie
  Shout out TVGUCCI
  , my cousin is spooky
  I swear you don't even mean what y'all say like y'all dubbin' a movie
  Sidebar, Serena, your husband a groupie
  He claim we don't got a problem but
  No, boo, it is like you comin' for sushi
  We might pop up on 'em at will like Suzuki
  Kawasaki, sushi, saké, the money grow on trees like shiitake
  They tried to get spicy with me, so I wonder how they gon' stop me
  I'm really on a roll like hamachi
  The fuck would y'all really do without me?
  For your birthday, your man got a table at Hibachi
  Last time I ate there, Wayne was doin' numbers off the cup like Yahtzee
  And 
  Paris Hilton was steady duckin' the paparazzi
  Quavo might've sent me a song that he called "Versace"
  I really can't remember it properly
  All I know is that God got me, I'm sittin' on large properties
  Treat me like a newborn, Lucian not droppin' me
  I'm goin' Pink Floyd, you niggas cannot rock with me
  She could be givin' me head and somehow you not toppin' me
  Niggas see the 6ix God pass, they high-fivin' me
  Need to be high-sixin' me
  Swear niggas highkey sick of me
  They wifey on my head 'cause I vibe differently
  Feel like an AMBER Alert the way that I can take her to the mall and she find Tiffany
  I'm like a cup holder the way that these dimes stick to me
  They should've been in the fountain based on what y'all wishin' me [Outro: Birdman]
  Know what I'm sayin'?
  Yeah
  Million-dollar spot (Brr, brr)
  That's how motherfuckers in CMB play it
  Middle of the ocean (Blatt)
  Just like that (Shine, shine)
  All dark fresh green water
  Land that thing
  With 'bout a hundred hoes
  We up and we livin' like that, boy
  Fresh fly fish like, you understand me, like, real G shit
  You hear me? A neighborhood superstar
  It's bigger than anything
  You know, we start from the bottom, then we come to the top
  Get to the top and we stay up there
  You hear me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)
  We look down and we'll be down, but we stayin' up
  And we rise up, we stay on 'em, you heard me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)
  Big Florida water, big water ocean
  On that type of time
  You understand me?
  Rich nigga, rich life, you understand me?
  Come from the bottom, but we come from the bottom (Rich life)
  But we understand the bottom 'cause we come from it
  And we live with it (You understand?)
  Go to our grave 'bout this here, boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)