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conversations.value: Write me a song called Same Damn Time with the following description: One of Atlanta trap pioneer Future’s breakout singles, “Same Damn Time” is a half-mumbled, half-shouted anthem about multitasking that showed the world the rapper’s signature sound back when it was released. The track has actually been released twice, first on Future’s 2011 mixtape Streetz Calling, then as the fourth official single from his debut studio album, Pluto, on March 24, 2012. The song became a small chart hit, peaking at #92 on the Billboard Hot 100, spending a total of 6 weeks on the chart.
  A music video for “Same Damn Time” was released on April 6, 2012, featuring cameos from DJ Drama, Waka Flocka Flame, and Trae the Truth. Several remixes of the song were made, one with Ludacris and Diddy, and another with Rick Ross, Wale, Gunplay, and Meek Mill. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Y'all don't wanna play fair
  (
  Sonny Digital
  )
  Ya nah'mean? Ayy, chea!
  [Chorus]
  I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
  On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
  Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
  Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time
  At the same damn time, at the same damn time
  At the same damn time, at the same damn time
  I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time
  On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, aye
  [Verse 1]
  Gucci made in Italy, Bally belt, I'm killing shit
  The way I'm rocking Jimmy Choo, the word got out I'm dealing it
  I fuck her, she a immigrant,
   
  don't touch her, she ain't got benefits
  Bussing down them Benjamins, fuck it up on Louis kicks
  That's the way I'm kicking it, Ferragamo cover me
  Puerto Rican, Japanese, we laid up at the DoubleTree
  Yellow ice a bumblebee, pinky ring a quarter key
  IPhone a Metro, twerking off the whole thing
  My earring a jelly bean, gangster lean and Irene
  Red eyes, no Visine,
   
  I'm loc'd out on the drink
  Horse shoes on my jeans,
   Robin jeans with the wings
  Yellow bone on my team, trafficking them Yao Mings
  Space boots with the spikes, go to AZ on the flight
  Mail a hundred overnight, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus]
  I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
  On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
  Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
  Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time
  At the same damn time, at the same damn time
  At the same damn time, at the same damn time
  I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time
  On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, aye
  [Verse 2]
  I'm in Phipps with the sack going crazy
  Got some diamonds 'round my neck, no fugazi
  Bad bitches in the suite tryna bait me
  Just a young hood nigga, streets raised me
  Working with a unit, tryna stretch it to another one
  Drinking on that Actavis, it tasting like some bubblegum
  Thumbing through the check, boarding on a jet
  Talking on the iPhone, 
  sipping out the styrofoam
  That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
  VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones
  I'm rolling like a rolling stone
  FreeBandz on Al Capone (Straight up)
  And my cash way long (Turn up)
  I see a bunch of clones [Chorus]
  I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
  On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
  Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
  Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time
  At the same damn time, at the same damn time
  At the same damn time, at the same damn time
  I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time
  On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, aye
  [Verse 3]
  Give me apartment and some water and I can swim
  Got that Gambino jumping out the gym
  My young nigga serving J's outside Crim
  Jumping 'cross me, you know your chances slim
  In my aviator Gucci like I'm driving planes
  When the cash hit cash money, smell like cocaine
  Doing Birdman numbers, making flips like Jackie Chan
  Walk inside the jeweler, jumping bail on your ring
  Spent so much on Louis, gave me free champagne
  In Bal Harbour shopping and they doing the same thing
  And I keep my cup with me like a pimp
  I think I'm Magic Don Juan, take a glimpse
  Spike Lee need to get this shit on film (Movie!)
  Future (Ask, yeah, yeah) [Chorus]
  I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
  On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
  Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
  Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time
  At the same damn time, at the same damn time
  At the same damn time, at the same damn time
  I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time
  On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, aye