conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called New Shit with the following description: This was a bonus track of Comeback SeasonExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Drake]
  Check (Nottz, Nottz, Nottz)
  They ask me about this rapper chick I might know
  I say I never hit it but we sure to try it right though
  My verses smother beats and they are in need of some lipo
  As for rappers, she is not my type, she's like a typo
  Flow is universal, take a blood test, I'm type-O
  Nottz do me a favor, turn the volume up, it's quite low
  I write so, I might blow, my chain emits a white glow
  See life is a scrimmage I am runnin' the ISO
  What is about to unfold, 
  no tellin' like a dice throw
  Meet a lot of chicks so your girl is someone I might know
  It's only if she's nice though, I ain't about the wife though
  And let no, Uncle Ben's rice throw, that is just how my life go
  And move faster than the leopard sprint
  Around the world, got a lot of spots like leopard print
  I used to think you play too much
  But I'd rather go deaf than lose touch
  Holla at me baby
  [Chorus: Drake]
  Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service
  Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached
  Damn how things change in a year
  Tell me how everything goin'
  And I know someone told me you wanted to teach
  Let me give you my (new shit)
  Let me give you my (new shit) (x6)
  Then call me anytime, I'll bet you I'll be around [Verse 2: Von Pea]
  It's been a couple weeks out travelin' and this broad
  I've seen a couple freaks out battlin' for discharge it's odd
  I try to tell her I ain't seen a flier one
  Denying some, I have desired some, but that time is done
  Now I am gon' give it to you straight out of the bottle
  No chaser, I've embraced one in lace, she was a model
  Shorty jumped out of the closet even though I mean literal
  Her girl made it figurative, or maybe that's what liquor do
  Baby, that's the physical, maybe if we spend
  A few days all alone on our throne I can get to you
  I know you feelin' hittin' on the road is the typical
  But I be in the telly, on your Myspace clickin' through
  Your pictures, 
  this bruh took a good game
  But a fella couldn't Roc, I wanna Dash to my Dame
  I'm sayin', 
  I know I be playin' too much
  But I'd rather go deaf than loose touch, holla at me
  [Chorus: Drake]
  Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service
  Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached
  Damn how things change in a year
  Tell me how everything goin'
  And I know someone told me you wanted to teach
  Let me give you my (new shit)
  Let me give you my (new shit) (x6)
  Then call me anytime, I'll bet you I'll be around [Verse 3: Phonte]
  Round, round, round, round, round
  Ayo, the same chick from "Don't you have a man?" "Well..."
  It all blowed over like Manuel Noriega
  She said she wouldn't marry the player
  But she's the Tamia to his Grant Hill, man chill
  I thought you was my damn seal
  In distress, rescue you from the landfill
  She said, "That ain't enough protection
  I need +Affection+ like Lisa Stansfield
  I guess I can't be mad at this thing that you got
  I'll lace you up but I ain't tryin' to tie the knot, so ah
  From me you won't hear no more questions
  And please understand that you got my blessings
  I hope that your new love opens doors
  And is everything that you hopin' for
  But you can't get my new shit, girl you spoken for
  [Chorus: Drake]
  Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service
  Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached
  Damn how things change in a year
  Tell me how everything goin'
  And I know someone told me you wanted to teach
  Let me give you my (new shit)
  Let me give you my (new shit) (x6)
  Then call me anytime, I'll bet you I'll be around [Verse 4: Drake]
  Since you came into college, Hill is somethin you still TiVo
  Then you switched the vibe and listened to Il Divo
  Or maybe D.M.P., A Tribe Called Quest
  But when you call too much then I call less
  You would always complain about my small texts
  But what you call conversation, I call stress
  And that put a barrier between both of our carriers
  And I would be like "I ain't getting service in your area"
  You be like "Nigga get your bars up"
  I just string you along like I was tuning guitars up
  I know that I was wrong, I think that this is fate
  You took out those extensions and lost you a little weight
  Your booty lookin bigger and I think that shit is great
  A fresh start is in order, let me take you on a date
  Take you on a date
  I used to think you used to play too much
  But I'd rather go deaf than lose touch, holla at me baby! (look)
  [Chorus: Drake]
  Look, been a minute, I know my number outta service
  Cause sometimes I don't really wanna be reached
  Damn how things change in a year
  Tell me how everything goin'
  And I know someone told me you wanted to teach
  Let me give you my (new shit)
  Let me give you my (new shit) (x6)
  Then call me anytime, I'll bet you I'll be around