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conversations.value: Write me a song called Barely Sober with the following description: On “Barely Sober”, Belly is joined by legend Lil Wayne for a drug infused ballad with intentionally trippy production for them to rap about their drug use on.
  This is the 9th track for Belly’s 2016 album *Another Day In Paradise. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Belly]
  Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
  All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
  My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  [Verse 1: Belly]
  Told her stay and listen, you can pay attention
  You can say 
  it's tripping
   just to pay tuition
  You can say you're different, that don't make a difference
  Just like all the bitches I know
  Won't catch me slipping, I'm just syrup sipping
  I don't pose for pictures, I'm just being different
  I'm too real with it but you're always tripping
  Just like all the bitches I know
  [Refrain: Belly]
  Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
  Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
  Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
  Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you
  [Hook: Belly]
  Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
  All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
  My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  I ain't never sober, Codeine in the soda
  Kush from California, coke across the border
  Drugs get imported, love ain't important
  These niggas ain't important
  These niggas ain't my whodies
  I got baggies baggies baggies
  She got a fatty and it's tatted
  I got a habit and it's tragic
  But fuck it, if I die I'm high I'm happy
  OMG it's Tunechi Lee, I sip, I drink
  Pop two, pop three
  And just be free and just be me
  They will critique I just keep keep
  I'm pouring up and slowing down
  We going up, it's going down
  We throwing up because you know that more than enough is never enough
  We pour a little more in her cup and measure it for what
  And these bitches already know we setting them up
  Gotta bump it like some motherfuckin' exzema bumps
  They naked in pumps
  My goons say they're checkin' the chumps
  And when it comes to drugs never give up
  Young Mulah!
  [Hook: Belly]
  Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
  All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
  My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
  Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) [Refrain: Belly]
  Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
  Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
  Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
  Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you