conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Weed Brownies with the following description: 3rd single (follow up to OTTR and Flowers) on the as-yet-unnamed “Wiz/Curren$y/Sean Stoner Mixtape”Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
  Is this the top? The top of the world?
  Top floor, there's weed in the ashtray
  It's top-shelf, cap!
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Riding in my Challenger, faded off this weed brownie
  Turning down the music cause the weed is loud enough already
  Niggas ask me 'bout my pay, I say I keep it steady
  Gripping on the wheel, 
  spending money like a politician
  Tipping on a bill, it's going down
  Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
  I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels and furs and shit
  Eat champagne and lobster cause I fucking deserve this shit
  Cap! Niggas say I've got an old soul
  Well, I tell them that I'm here muh'fucka
  And I made it cause my flow cold
  I'ma roll some of this weed
  I'ma pass it to you and we gon' be so gone
  Homie, I got papers and vaporizers
  Flavors to stablize ya
  Thoroughly-baked cake, can't say a thing with my eyes shut
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  They say they do (they do, they do, they do)
  But they don't know (don't know, don't know, don't know)
  Who we are (who we are, who we are, who we are)
  Superstars [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  Uhh, I'm out of here, stratosphere
  Paper hella-straight, nappy hair
  Bitches seem not to care that you was even there
  When we pulled up lit like Times Square
  When we pulled up lit like road flares
  When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared
  Because they know what we be doing over here
  She just wanna be high in her underwear
  With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power low
  Stepping out the shower, threw her a shirt to towel off with
  One of the two qualities I want in a bitch
  Cause baby girl fuckin with me is some major shit
  Fair warning: I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning
  And a J while I'm yawning, darling
  I got papers and vaporizers,
   
  flavors to stablize ya
  I'm a fully baked potato, spending my cheddar and chives
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  They say they do (they do, they do, they do)
  But they don't know (don't know, don't know, don't know)
  Who we are (who we are, who we are, who we are)
  Superstars
  [Verse 3: Big Sean]
  I'm dedicated, hella-faded, high as hell, I'm levitating
  I'm rolling up, fuck a wheelchair, ironically, my shit's medicated
  Your eyes closed cause you asleep, my eyes closed cause I'm meditating
  I gotta go make reservations, at a real nigga's destination
  Two girls in the tub, that's luxury
  You disagree? That's fuckery, saying, "Fuck you" cause you can't fuck with me
  I need my dick sucked, but I'm sucka-free, you are who it sucks to be
  I'm accompanied by Finally Famous Over Everything, that's my company
  You already know, nigga
  Collect the money like it's old, nigga
  And I'ma blow it like it's rolled, nigga
  And I be stuntin 'til I'm old, nigga
  Weed, money and hoes - what a hell of a night!
  Fuck you mean? This is everyday life
  She in the mirror making sure that she wearing it right
  It's apparent she present where I'm appearing tonight [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  They say they do (they do, they do, they do)
  But they don't know (don't know, don't know, don't know)
  Who we are (who we are, who we are, who we are)
  Superstars