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conversations.value: Write me a song called Gone with the following description: In the closing track off 2005’s Late Registration, Cam'ron, Consequence, and Kanye West himself deliver some of their best verses ever over a classic sample of Otis Redding’s “It’s Too Late,” accompanied by an orchestra arranged by co-producer Jon Brion.  Note the string progression throughout the song, particularly in verse 4, when Cons drops.
  You can watch some of the orchestral recording sessions for Late Registration (including “Gone”) below: 
  
  
  Interestingly, “Gone” debuted in Billboard’s “Hot 100” chart in 2013: eight years after the release of Late Registration. The song’s revival started when Marina Shifrin, a writer and comedian, quit her job as a video editor by creating a video for her boss in which she dances to “Gone” around her office. The video went viral. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Kanye West]
  [Intro: Otis Redding and 
  Kanye West
  ]
  Wished I had told ooh was 
  (the)
   only one 
  (uh oh)
  But it's too late
  It's too late
  He's gone
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi
  You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J
  See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis
  Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
  (Brother Numpsay!) Groupies say I'm too choosy
  Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies
  Say she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
  If we up in Fridays, I still have it my way, gone!
  [Hook 1: Kanye West and 
  Cam'ron
  ]
  Gone
  We striving home
  Gone
  I ride on chrome
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  Y'all don't want no prob' from me
  What you rappers could get is a job from me
  Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn
  I'll show you how I cook up summer in the winter
  Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn
  Caught something on the Usher tour, he had to let it burn
  Plus, he already got three chil'r'n
  Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's your turn"
  "Damn, Ye, it'd be stupid to diss you
  Even your superficial raps is super-official"
  R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on
  With TVs in the ride, throw a movie on
  Said he couldn't rap, now he at the top with Doobie Long
  'Cause I dookied on any song that they threw me on, gone [Hook 2: Cam'ron and Otis Redding]
  We striving home, gone
  I ride on chrome, gone
  We striving home
  We striving home, gone (Killa)
  I ride on chrome
  [Verse 3: Cam'ron]
  Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?
  Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla troop
  Oh my chinchilla blue, blue,
   
  you ever dealt with a dealer
  Well here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer, woo
  No concealing, no ceiling I don't need a roof
  Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof!
  Poof, be gone, damn, tough luck, dag (Dag)
  Niggas still doing puff-puff-pass (Puff, pass)
  Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
  Hey, back in a touched-up Jag, shit
  Y'all niggas wanna get in Cam's cerebellum
  An old man just gon' tell 'em too late
  Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone
  My last girl want me back then I'm on
  Fine, stay, you got the grind, hey
  Came back, read what the sign say (
  Too late, he's gone
  )
  Yes, I know you wanna see my demise
  Yeah, you church, boy, acting like a thief in disguise
  Ain't even my size, see the greed in my eyes
  Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, chyeah
  And that ain't even a lie, please believe me
  Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and
  You can ask George or Regina
  The whole West Side I explore with the
   Bimmer now [Hook 3: Cam'ron]
  We striving home
  I ride on chrome
  Listen, homeboy, move on
  That's your best bet, why's that, Cons'?
  [Verse 4: Consequence]
  I been pouring out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
  And trying to help his Momma with the fact that her child gone
  And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
  Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
  But since they got afoul on what could've gone wrong
  Now they asking "Cons, how long has this gone on?"
  And maybe all this money might have gone to my head
  'Cause they got me thinking money might have gone to the Feds
  So I had gone to the dread, but he had gone up to bed
  And when I came the next morning he was gone with my bread
  And with that being said I had gone on my instincts
  And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
  But looking back now, I should've gone to the crib
  And rented 
  Gone With the Wind
  , 'cause I'da gone in by ten
  But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
  And heard a nigga talking shit so I had gone to the car
  And now the judge is telling me that I had gone too far
  And now we gone for twenty years doing time behind bars
  And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes
  I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone [Break: Kanye West]
  Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn
  Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh
  [Verse 5: Kanye West]
  I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out
  So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
  And that make me wanna get my advance out
  And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house
  Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind
  Kanye step away from the lime
  Light like when I was on the grind
  In the 1-9-9-9
  Before model chicks was bending over
  Or dealerships asked me "Benz or Rover?"
  Man, if I could just get one beat on Hova
  We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
  What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old?
  Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play your role
  My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
  Fired a week later, the manager count the churros
  Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro'
  How we out in Europe, spending Euros
  They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
  I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
  I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs
  Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
  But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
  You'll sell everything including the mannequin
  They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
  Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
  Shorties at the door 'cause they need more
  Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
  They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"