conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Headband with the following description: The first single off B.o.B’s third studio album, Underground Luxury.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: B.o.B]
  (
  Mustard on the beat, ho
  ) Yeah, Bandz
  [Verse 1: B.o.B]
  Already got one rolled up in my left hand (In my left hand)
  Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband (Than a headband)
  Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands (In my sweat glands)
  This shit I'm on, better than the next strand (Ayy)
  Than the next strand, better than the next strand (Ayy)
  She head down, booty poppin' in a handstand (Bandz)
  I shine bright, I'll give your girl a slight tan (Woo)
  I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man *Whistles*
  I don't even understand, why she'd ever want a man
  If she ever throw it, I'd catch it like a cornerback (Like a cornerback)
  Like a cornerback, that's an interception (Interception)
  You think I give a fuck? That's a misconception
  [Refrain 1: B.o.B]
  Oh, what a night (Yeah), oh, what a night (Yeah)
  The roof is on fire (Yeah), so what? I'm high (Yeah)
  I said, oh, what a night (Hey), oh, what a night (Hey)
  Yeah, she a bad bitch, all jokes aside (Woo)
  [Chorus: B.o.B]
  Hey, look at baby over there (Over there)
  Wassup? Lil Mama, come here (Come here)
  She started talking, but I really couldn't hear (Ha)
  Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror (Do it in the mirror)
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
  She broke it down, started moving like Shakira
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror [Post-Chorus: B.o.B, 
  2 Chainz
  ]
  I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (Down)
  Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
  All I want you to do is just drop that ass down (
  Yeah
  )
  Drop, drop that ass down, uh, 
  now look back at it
   (
  2 Chainz
  )
  [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
  Whistlin' Dixie
  Middle school, I was gettin' head on a ten-speed
  Gigolo bloodline, pimpin' hereditary
  Black on 28s, it remind me of February
  Day you can fuck with me, that would be Neveruary
  Dead ass rapper shoulda came with a cemetery
  I am so cold, nigga like Ben & Jerry
  Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary (Tell 'em)
  My vision blurry, these bitches flirtin'
  I been drinkin' all night, I think my kidney's hurtin' (Damn)
  So I closed the curtains on the 62
  Her ass'll knock your ass out, you better stick and move (True)
  Chain hang to my ding-a-ling (What?)
  Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-ling (Yeah)
  To do a threesome, you gotta intervene
  Her legs, so sexy when I'm in-between
  [Chorus: B.o.B]
  Hey, look at baby over there (Over there)
  Wassup? Lil Mama, come here (Come here)
  She started talking, but I really couldn't hear (Ha)
  Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror (Do it in the mirror)
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
  She broke it down, started moving like Shakira
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror [Post-Chorus: B.o.B]
  I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (Down)
  Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
  All I want you to do is just drop that ass down
  Drop, drop that ass down, uh, 
  now look back at it
  [Verse 3: B.o.B]
  She do it like she do it in the mirror
  Be cautious, that booty is bigger than it appears
  She speed it up or slow it down like she's switching gears
  I'm looking for the baddest one here, I tell her like
  Do that there, do that there
  You gotta stretch it out, girl, move that there
  She bend it over, touch her toes when she toot that there
  Like hut one, hut two, girl, who back there?
  Who back there? I'm back there
  I could take a step back and sip my cognac there
  Picture-perfect body, that's a Kodak there
  Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat's there, I'm like
  [Refrain 2: B.o.B]
  Oh, what a night, oh, what a night
  The roof is on fire, so what? I'm high
  I'm like, oh, what a night, oh—oh, what a night
  That's a bad bitch, all jokes aside, there she go (Woo) [Chorus: B.o.B]
  Hey, look at baby over there (Over there)
  Wassup? Lil Mama, come here (Come here)
  She started talking, but I really couldn't hear (Ha)
  Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror (Do it in the mirror)
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
  She broke it down, started moving like Shakira
  Uh, like she do it in the mirror
  [Post-Chorus: B.o.B]
  I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (Down)
  Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
  All I want you to do is just drop that ass down
  Drop, drop that ass down, uh, 
  now look back at it