conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Ok Alright with the following description: The first bonus track from the deluxe edition of Travis Scott’s Rodeo. The track is separated into two parts–"OK" and “Alright” (the track’s title is presumably a composite of the two, as with other tracks on the album).
  The song includes a guest verse from ScHoolboy Q on the first part and uncredited vocals by Q’s labelmate SZA in the latter part, as well as background vocals by Kacy Hill. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Part I: Ok]
  [Intro: Zona Man]
  Yeah, you know, we gon' be aight
  Leaders of the new school
  They ain't want to let us in but they had to
  Trav, tell 'em what it is
  Zona Man in the building
  [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  ScHoolboy
   Q
  ]
  Okay, okay
  , ok
  ay
  Already know it's gon' be alright
  Way we going up we might be all night
  Okay, okay, ay
  Now we gon' blow like the wind
  Should've never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay, okay, okay
  Should've never let them niggas in
  Should've never, should've never let them niggas in
  Should've never let them niggas in
  Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
  Should've never let us niggas in
  Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay, okay
  [Verse 1: Travis Scott & 
  ScHoolboy Q
  ]
  Let's get this shit lit poured right
  Need my drugs alright
  Call my bitch up, she gon' suck this dick four ways
  Four ways, now it's time to pay
  Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today
  Okay, okay, okay, 
  okay
  Now it's bombs away
  Bitches kissing bitches while my niggas serve 'em candy cane
  Okay, okay
  , bouncing on La Flame, put you up on game
  Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
  Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  ScHoolboy Q
  ]
  Okay, okay, okay
  Already know it's gon' be alright
  Way we going up we might be all night
  Okay, okay
  Now we gon' blow like the wind
  Should've never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay, okay, okay
  Should've never let them niggas in
  Should've never, should've never let them niggas in
  Should've never let them niggas in
  Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
  Should've never let us niggas in
  Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay
  [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Bottom bitch say ho
  Know you on top when the top get floored
  Crib where the cop won't go
  Rollie on bling bling, neck-neck on ice
  Tell a bitch, "Get right," make a nigga miss that flight
  Can a nigga hit that twice
  Should have never let us niggas in
  Got my first M 2012
  'Nother hundred K in the mail
  Free another homie on bail
  Money low, her pussy gon' sell
  Tryna tell you money ain't sh—
  When you tried to tell me water won't whip
  When you tried to say this quarter won't flip
  Since Snoop who the other rich crip
  How Groovy get the Pringle man chip
  Walkin' with a twenty-yard clip
  Walkin' while a real nigga limp
  Black nigga green grass no golf
  So on turn the satellite off from the set
  Feel like I died on that cross, hang on [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  ScHoolboy Q
  ]
  Okay, okay, (yeah) okay
  Already know it's gon' be alright
  Way we going up we might be all night
  Okay, okay
  Now we gon' blow like the wind
  Should've never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay, okay
  Should've never let them niggas in
  Should've never, should've never let them niggas in
  Should've never let them niggas in
  Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
  Should've never let us niggas in
  Should've-should've-should've never let us niggas in
  Okay, okay
  [Part II: Alright]
  [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  Alright, alright, alright
  (Balling down the corner)
  Alright, alright, alright, alright
  (Take the long way home)
  Alright, alright, alright
  Alright, alright
  Alright, alright, alright, alright [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
  Jacques was born April 30, ayy
  Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days
  He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
  Mama said her son gon' be a gift
  Mama said her son gon' be the shit
  He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
  Mama coming home with different niggas
  Daddy out there hanging with the killers
  Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?
  Feel like I'ma need me a sip
  Feel like I'ma need me a bitch
  Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright
  [Bridge: SZA]
  There's blood on your face
  Uh, salt on your skin
  Your battle is done for now
  [Verse 2: Travis Scott & 
  SZA
  ]
  Alright, alright, alright
  Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees alright (
  Mm-mm
  )
  Hit another lick and we gon' be alright (
  Mm, ah, ooh
  )
  Alright, alright, alright, alright (
  Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
  )
  Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright (
  Ah-aah, ah-aah
  )
  Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright (Mm-mmm, woah, woah-ooh, woah-ooh)
  Alright, alright (Mm-mmm, woah, woah-oh-oh-ooh)
  [Outro: SZA]
  Completely available to you
  Scrape a little off the top
  Come, make your pudding pop
  Alright, all night (Eeh-eeh-eeh-ooh-ooh-ooh)