conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Deepest Shame (New Machine Remix) with the following description: This is the New Machine remix of “Deepest Shame” taken from the “Deepest Shame” extended play. The song features a guest hook from Ed Sheeran and guest verses by Chip and Devlin. It’s about Michelle, a girl trying to escape from brothel life. The story is taken from Plan B’s film iLL Manors.
  
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Al Shux and Eric Appapoulay, remixed by New Machine]
  [Hook: Ed Sheeran]
  There's no way back from here (yeah, yeah)
  Only one place left to go, one place left to go now
  There's no way back from here (on out)
  Only one place left to go, one place left to go
  [Plan B]
  Is the deepest shame
  And to her that is the deepest shame
  [Verse 1: Chip]
  Uh, heaven or hell, I feel like someone's calling
  I'm switching off my voicemail cause I ain't one for warnings
  Bolt flow, these niggas can't keep up
  You know my verses speak volumes, go and turn me up
  See I was just a statistic but I was good with statistics
  No council estate oppressions, I had to keep it realistic
  My friends are up in the court dog, no plan B
  They forced to sell Class A cause there was no plan B
  My godson's mummy got nicked, they found a strap in her house
  I was as shocked as the feds, I used to stay there myself
  Jay, if you hear this I love you, just do that bird, don't speak
  I've got some racks put away to help you back on your feet
  Fresh outta Broadwater Farm, shoutout to Claps for them curns
  Remove the hate from the children, let's teach them discipline first
  If love's just a tennis game, I'm swinging my racket first
  So RIP Mark Duggan, your justice still isn't served
  Yo, the industry can't make me hold my mouth
  Lyrically I'm the shit but they know they can't flush me out
  North side, money first, whatever second
  So niggas take the word hope, rip the O out and sell it
  Look, on my past, I ain't dwelling
  I'll spend my future repenting
  For all my sins, 
  look it's a wrap
  And pussy, I am the present
  I'm holding up, you hold your mouth
  You set the gate, I'll take you out
  And respect the fact I made it out
  Of where they said there's no way out, I'm real [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Devlin]
  You know the apple and core
  Head might cost you a score
  Or more if you want a meat show on all fours
  If not I've got many more girls indoors
  Shipped over and told I’ll pay em to clean and sweep my floors
  How naive, now I got their passports locked in my drawers
  The meat show is the best
  She becomes so numb to the pain getting raped all day by the pervs and the pests
  There’s only one more place she can rest (god bless)
  So sir just show me your money
  We don’t take card and we don’t take cheque
  Even with a latex
  For one this is unsafe sex
  [Hook]
  (New Machine)
  (The deepest shame)