conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 9AM in Dallas with the following description: Drake covers the standard free verse topics on a beat produced by frequent Drake collaborator Boi-1da
  According to Drake, he really wanted this song – which he wrote at 9 a.m. in Dallas, TX – as the intro to Thank Me Later, but it was recorded on the day that the rest of the album was being mastered. The song ultimately could not make the cut for the US version but was featured as a bonus track on the UK cut. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse]
  These are my One St. Thomas flows
  Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes
  That look just like virgins but trust they down to go
  Discussing life and all our common goals
  Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll
  Look how the champagne diamonds glow
  Fine dining pour another glass when the wine is low
  I'm in the crib stacking money from here to the ceiling
  Whatever it is I got, it's clearly appealing
  These other rappers getting that inferior feeling
  I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healing
  Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealing
  If you ain't got it, you ain't got it the theory is brilliant
  People ask how music is going, I heard it pays
  I just came off making two million in 30 days
  Damn, "I guess it does" is what the message was
  Sometimes I feel I be spending my money just because
  With Weezy I'm just out here repping us
  'til I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessing us
  Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics
  Kush got the room smelling like teen spirit
  I ask kindly if no one out here would bring defeat up
  Until I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader
  I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up
  And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up
  Who you like, tell me who it is
  I'mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list
  I should call it a night, but fuck it I can't resist
  This one is for all the niggas from my city trying to diss
  Without a response from me you really fail to exist
  And I love to see you fail, that feeling there is the shit
  I swear, pussy nigga get your bread up
  Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up
  Why your scary ass looking down, pick ya head up
  No one told you your disguise was the most ridiculous get-up?
  With nose-plugs in now, I can smell the set-up
  So you just wasting your time, you only making me better, yeah
  I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff
  Chase N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club
  Damn, that nigga always kept it so hood
  Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods
  And have girls fall through like coins in the couch
  Now we just fucking all the bitches they warned us about
  Scared for the first time, everything just clicked
  What if I don't really do the numbers they predict?
  Considering the fact that I'm the one that they just picked
  To write a chapter in history, this shit has got me sick
  But if I really do it don't expect to get a split
  Cause this truly is some shit I don't expect for y'all to get
  I'm nervous but I'mma kill it cause they 'bout to let the realest team in
  Throwing up in the huddle nigga, Willie Beamen
  But still throwing touchdown passes
  In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it
  People say that old Drake, we startin' to miss it
  But they need to be a little more specific
  Is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression
  Ducking your questions, fuck your suggestions
  Money gets all of my love and affection
  Cars all black like the cover of Essence
  I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze
  Y.M.O.E. nigga, yeah [Outro]
  Uh, yeah, this what yall want
  Octobers Very Own
  Young Money
  ATF
  Thank me later in this bitch wasssup
  Free Weezy in this bitch wasup
  June 15th in this bitch wasup
  Noel That’s it Ahhhhhh