conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Psycho with the following description: “Psycho” is the third single from Post Malone’s long-awaited sophomore album, beerbongs & bentleys. Recruiting Ty Dolla $ign, the two sing about the luxuries they have earned such as convertibles, Audemars Piguet wristwatches, and other expensive jewelry. Post often raps about jewelry, and has posted on Quora to explain what drives him to do so:
  When I was a little kid, I would rap about stuff that I wanted, like, “Hey, I’m working my ass off and I want this stuff in the future.” Because you’re not being braggadocious, but you’re still cool because you know what all this stuff is.
  Post initially teased the song on January 4, 2017; over a year before its eventual release. Similar to how “rockstar” was teased, Post can be seen vibing to the song in the studio with a beer and a cigarette in hand. The track’s release date was announced when Post revealed he would tour North America in 2018.
  “Psycho” debuted at #2 on the Billboard Hot 100, matching “rockstar” for Post Malone’s best debut on the Hot 100. Psycho’s debut at #2 also made Post Malone the ninth artist ever, and the second rapper, to have more than one song debut in the top 2 of the Billboard Hot 100. The song eventually peaked at #1 on June 11, 2018, marking Post’s second chart-topping song of his career and the first for Ty. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Post Malone]
  Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
  Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
  My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
  Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
  My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
  Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
  My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
  Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though
  [Verse 1: Post Malone]
  You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
  Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
  Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy
  Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
  I made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
  30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy
  Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
  Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent'
  And I'm like "Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
  Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
  I got homies, let it go, oh
  My money thick, won't ever fold
  She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
  And I can't ever tell you no [Chorus: Post Malone]
  Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
  Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
  My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
  Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
  My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
  Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
  My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
  Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though
  [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
  The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
  I'm hittin' lil' mama, she wanna have my babies
  It's fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
  You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch
  Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
  Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
  Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (Hey)
  Ayy, take you to the smoke shop
  We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
  Dial up Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
  Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums
  This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
  Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
  All VVS', put you in a necklace
  Girl, you look beautiful tonight
  Stars on the roof, they're matching with the jewelry [Chorus: Post Malone]
  Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
  Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
  My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
  Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
  My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
  Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
  My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
  Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though