conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Jermaine’s Interlude with the following description: On “Jermaine’s Interlude” Cole delves into his feelings on the world and the rap industry. Having fallen into the industry trap before later finding himself, Cole advises others to stray from selling their soul for the art of the music. He also briefly touches on issues of police brutality and black-on-black violence, before ending on the idea of him retiring from the music industry.
  This isn’t the first time that Cole and Khaled have worked together. In 2012, the two linked up for “They Ready” and in 2013’s “Hell’s Kitchen.”
  Three weeks before the debut of Major Key, Khaled revealed on Snapchat that Cole would be featured on his album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Refrain: EARTHGANG]
  Can't call it, can't call it
  I never came from deep pockets
  Why can't I make a deposit?
  Can't call it, uh, can't call it
  Yeah, can't call it, I can't call it
  I never came from deep pockets
  Why can't I make a deposit?
  Can't call it, yeah, I can't call it
  [Chorus: J. Cole]
  Oh, I had so many days of crying
  Oh, I had so many days of pain
  Have you ever been as sad as I am?
  Lord, I ask if anything would change?
  I can see the future that we're heading
  I would say it's better not to tell
  If it's anything like this in Heaven
  Maybe I'd be better off in hell
  (Better off in hell)
  [Verse: J. Cole]
  Tables do turn and labels do burn
  The second they ask you to sell your soul
  Don't you do it, don't you fold, say "Fuck that shit" and be bold
  Cause all them stories you told on records worth more than gold
  And if you never go gold again, at least you would know
  The end of your road was chose, by you and not companies
  Who control our remote control, and hide the truth on my no
  But don't mind me, I'm just high again
  Smokin' weed to get by again
  No, actually I'm lyin' 'cause smokin' ain't got me smilin'
  And rhyming like I rhyme
   way back when I would play the violin
  Thought that shit wasn't cool
  Momma sorry, I just stopped tryin' it
  Paid for your house in hopes, there'd be no more reason for cryin'
  That shows you how stupid I am 'cause niggas is out here dying
  From police that flash the siren and pull up and just start firin'
  Niggas murkin' each other in murky water, I try and swim
  How the fuck do I look when I brag to you 'bout some diamond?
  Said all that I could say, now I play with thoughts of retirement [Chorus: J. Cole]
  Oh, I had so many days of crying
  Oh, I had so many days of pain
  Have you ever been as sad as I am?
  Lord, I ask if anything would change?
  I can see the future that we're heading
  I would say it's better not to tell
  If it's anything like this in Heaven
  Maybe I'd be better off in hell
  (Better off in hell)
  [Refrain: EARTHGANG]
  Can't call it, can't call it
  I never came from deep pockets
  Why can't I make a deposit?
  Can't call it, uh, can't call it
  Yeah, can't call it, I can't call it
  I never came from deep pockets
  Why can't I make a deposit?
  Can't call it, yeah, I can't call it
  [Produced by Hollywood JB]