conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Comeback Season with the following description: Drake spits a verse over Lupe Fiasco’s “Failure” instrumental on his second mixtape, Comeback Season. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Nottz]
  [Verse]
  I got ice all over my windshield
  I can tell it's gon' be a cold winter
  I hit the defrost, I never turn the heat off
  And still I'm so chilly willy snowflake
  These silly billies really fail to act as if they know Drake
  Always gossipin' callin' and textin'
  Magneto niggas tryna bring down ex-men
  Tellin' my ex-girl tryin' to explain
  How I am no good, so go with the next man, but dog
  You don't know me, you don't know us
  We go by the name of A-T-F
  , and any previous affiliation
  They know to hold they tongue and I spare 'em humiliation
  I know you in and out, nigga I am not playin'
  Just fall back, keep on Escape'in and Alize'in
  And stop tryna act like you like me and my team
  Not us, so you knock us, that's precisely what I mean
  And dog, it's forever clear, my money evergreen
  My presence required in places you have never been
  It's all in a day's work, that's what I am on
  NBC, MTV, Viacom
  And whose Continental GT is outside
  Showin' them how monumental he be?
  One wheel on the curb, ticket on the dash
  It's like every fuckin' summer I just switch it on they ass
  And maaan I'm a commodity, none of them as hot as me
  The industry standard, so I am what they gotta be
  Cause Drake's syllables is like Jake Gyllenhaal
  Can't help it, I been brainwashed to kill 'em all
  I think I should pass my own amendment
  You frontin' with glass all in your pendant
  You ain't livin', rapper, you never have been
  You a has-been, a gas station attendant
  Your man is a turkey, you wit' a liar
  I'm clearin' the air, I'm a humidifier
  I'm spittin' fire, and gettin' flyer
  And what you plannin' for this summer, I did it prior
  I've shattered shows in tattered clothes
  Met status quos, this is the South
  And I am, present when it matters most
  The startin's hot but pay attention to my latter flows
  Givin' brain ain't bad girl, don't be that opposed
  I flatter hoes
  And drink Dom, they always ask me, "Is that a rose?"
  "You mean Rosé? Why yes it is"
  I stopped trying years ago, this is effortless
  I'm in your house got the key to your home
  I am Jeopardy asked Wikipedia known
  I am A.A. driven and Expedia flown
  So stop jackin' my style, you're in need of ya own, man