conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Dreams And Nightmares with the following description: Sampling Meek Mill’s song of the same name, this song is about how everyone Wayne knows – including himself – has changed because of the money. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah
  That noise in the background, that's my skateboard
  That nigga Mack crazy
  Yeah, uh
  [Verse 1]
  I put my shooters on they feet
  I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep
  The money turned my niggas into monsters
  The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord
  The money turned my face into a stocking
  Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy
  Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
  My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord
  Body parts in the duffel
  The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
  The money turn my bitch into a monster
  She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord
  The money turn my niggas into killas
  The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla
  The money turnt the bitches into hoes
  The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord
  I put my shooters on they feet
  Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat
  Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
  She from the hood but look like she from overseas
  I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya
  I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
  She say, "Fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya
  Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
  I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun
  Boy, we could sell white, in Africa
  It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
  And now I'm drooling on my chain
  "What happened to Wayne?" [Verse 2]
  I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all thought I was second?
  Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti
  We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit
  Watch me pull up with no roof
  Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it
  I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
  Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
  Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
  Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits
  Bitch!
  Riding 'round with the volume down
  With the windows up and the choppers down
  Soon as we get to your block
  It's the motherfuckin' other way around
  My bitch say I'm too wild
  She don't even know why she stay around
  I get home and I dick her down
  Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows
  If these bullets was paintballs
  I could fuck around and I could paint a house
  You could tell I'm pimpin'
  Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out
  I bring wine to Amy house
  We smoke it out and we drank it out
  And talk about these pussy niggas
  Tthat ain't about what Wayne about
  I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind
  I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
  Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes
  We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines
  Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry
  My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside"
  I'm a taxpayer,
   I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well
  Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail
  Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package
  My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish
  Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
  Should've  been in N.W.A., fuck the police, Five-0 and 12
  One time for your mind, bitch, never say "Nevermind," bitch
  You a penny short of a dime, bitch, no nonsense
  Had a nine since I was nine, bitch
  Yeah, born to murder
  Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle
  Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me?
  They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon
  Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart
  It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar
  For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard
  AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch [Outro]
  Sorry 4 The Wait
  , woo