conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Radio with the following description: One of the highlights of the album, where Yela takes the time to talk about the stereotypical (pun intended) pop song and all the classics missing on the radio, where everything is the same
  The song contains some ideas from some of Yelawolf’s old work, on one of his older mixtape called Stereo he has a song called Take It Easy, where he sings like he do in this song and ends all the verse’s with saying “Rewind”
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   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook]
  I can't seem to get you off my mind
  Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and
  Everybody seems to lost their mind
  It's hard to handle, so I change the channel on the
  Radio... 'Cause internet killed the radio star
  Radio... And YouTube killed the video star
  Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now I'm a star
  Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now I'm a star
  [Verse 1]
  Picture me rollin' Pac,
   it's funny how time has changed
  Everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave
  It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Pepper's Give It Away
  Now we got ten year-olds sittin' back in a chair like "those were the days"
  And though it seems so amazin' to me that the labels lost the touch
  And I'm in the AM, flippin' through the A.M. like I lost my crutch
  Limpin' 'cause I can't even walk straight if I can't turn it up
  Sippin', 
  I need some Gin and Juice, Snoop Dogg, I brought my cup
  What's up, ah ha, okay, shut up
  'Cause I think we had about enough of radios and lust with the love bugs
  Well let me give you a big hug a bag of mushrooms, here, take some drugs
  And play some group home or something
  Shit, the Goodie Mobs Soul Food is bumpin', rewind
  [Hook]
  I can't seem to get you off my mind
  Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and
  Everybody seems to lost their mind
  It's hard to handle, so I change the channel on the
  Radio... 'Cause internet killed the radio star
  Radio... And YouTube killed the video star
  Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now I'm a star
  Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now I'm a star [Verse 2]
  You'll never hear Black Star 'cause the program director is mostly deaf
  And you'll never hear triple six 'cause we live in the midst of the Bible Belt
  But that's when the light is filled, so let it shine
  Let em' rhyme, let em' hustle, let em grind
  Let em' roam with the truth sometimes
  Sometimes, the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest art
  And you didn't even know you had a window till a tornado blew it apart
  If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine,
   then there's no harm
  Then I can write about guns, I can rap about girls
  I can sing about money and cars
  Not that my money is large
  Let's talk about broke is a joke
  Let's talk about gettin' evicted
  Everything you owned thrown out on the road
  And maybe that there goes gold
  Shit maybe it’s platinum sold
  But they don't want to see the green leaves from the pirates' gold
  Oh no, hold up, rewind
  [Hook]
  I can't seem to get you off my mind
  Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and
  Everybody seems to lost their mind
  It's hard to handle, so I change the channel on the
  Radio... 'Cause internet killed the radio star
  Radio... And YouTube killed the video star
  Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now I'm a star
  Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now I'm a star [Verse 3]
  Pick up the change, pick up the change
  Ride in a Chevy 'cause I'm sick of the Range
  Catfish Billy come pick up the name
  Come on inside, if you're sick of the rain
  Turn the radio off and don't complain
  It's all a replay, it's all the same
  Got one drag, on a runaway train
  On a one way street, better pick your lane
  Yeah, but you could let me pick your brain
  And we could be that Rolling Stone
  Mix 'em up with Janis Joplin
  And let 'em harmonize like Bone
  Or we could just leave it alone
  And let it take on a life of its own
  Or we could be that World Class Wreckin' Cru
  And tell 'em to turn the lights back on
  C'mon
  [Hook]
  I can't seem to get you off my mind
  Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and
  Everybody seems to lost their mind
  It's hard to handle, so I change the channel on the
  Radio... 'Cause internet killed the radio star
  Radio... And YouTube killed the video star
  Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now I'm a star
  Hit the radio, we can make a- make a video, now I'm a star