conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called High End with the following description: On “High End,” Chris, Future, and Young Thug fault their luxury (high end) lifestyles. Keeping in tune with the Halloween theme of HBOAFM’s release, Chris, alongside Spiff TV, directed a Halloween inspired music video to match the eery production. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  High-end, yeah
  You know what we doin'
  On the set
  (
  What?
  )
  Slatt, set, gang, set
  [Verse 1: Future]
  I'm on a high-end (Jet)
  I'm 'bout to fly in (Set)
  Hop in a Cayenne (Trip)
  I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')
  I just be stylin' (Stylin', stylin')
  I'm on a high-end (I'm on a high)
  I'm on a fly end (Ah, yeah)
  We 'bout to fly in (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
  Jump in the Cayenne (Jump in the Cayenne)
  Jump in the Cayenne (Skrrt-skrrt)
  Ran out of molly (Ran out of molly)
  Gotta go find it (Gotta go find it)
  Snatched a thotty (Snatched a thotty)
  In a big body (In a big body)
  Dripset Wu-Tang (Dripset Wu-Tang)
  We like Shaolin (We like Shaolin)
  What's the total? (Yeah-yeah)
  What's the lick read? (What's the lick?)
  Rockin' Balenci' (Rockin' Balen—)
  Whippin' up big B's (Whip up big B's)
  What's the total?
  What's the lick read?
  Plain Jane watch
  Richard Mille, yeah
  Richard Mille cost me 'bout a Aston Martin
  Left my Tesla sittin' at the house on the charge
  I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
  'Cause they say I'm spendin' too much money in the stores [Interlude: Future, 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  Pluto
  Haha
  [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
  Everything high-end
  I whip the Masi'
  I pop a half a Perc'
  Make a deposit
  I am not from the Earth
  Stay on my fly shit
  I'm flyin' private
  On my Dubai shit
  On the Ducati, stuntin' on 'em
  All of you niggas my little homies
  Here's some knowledge for you
  Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
  All the vampires know that we don't go to sleep
  We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
  Everything high-end, you see the stars
  And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
  Everything high-end
  Everything high-end
  And you fake, nigga
  Should retire
  And you fuck niggas
  Should get fired up
  Don't fuck with fed niggas
  They be wired up [Interlude: Future, 
  Young Thug
  ]
  Pluto
  Everything high-end
  Uh, phew-phew
  [Verse 3: Young Thug]
  I wanna buy again (On God)
  'Bout to hit Cali (Yeah)
  I'm on the X pill (Hold on)
  I want a molly (Hold on)
  I'ma get seasick (Seasick)
  From these diamonds (From these diamonds)
  Eyes locked in (Uh-uh)
  I would climb in (Yeah, let's get it)
  Peep out the climax (Yeah)
  Put the dubs in knapsacks (Put some knaps)
  Put some ice on a basic bitch (Put some ice on a basic bitch)
  Put the hundreds in gem clips, yeah (Look like a thotty)
  Freaky in my car (Yeah)
  Maybach seat massage (Skrrt)
  Backseat turn to a vault (Yeah)
  Security outside like a guard (Damn)
  Securin' my spot, I'm a dog (Secure)
  Securin' the sky like a star (Securin' the spot)
  Uh, I'm a big B like a wasp (Uh)
  Can't come to me, I'm the boss (Yeah)
  Four hundred racks on my car (Uh, hold on)
  Got a old mink on the floor (Damn)
  King Tut gotta say it's sold (Auction, auction, bitch)
  Spend a milli' at a store (To get tags)
  Tat my ribs like King Tut's (Now go get that)
  Caught my first body, I was a man from there (Yeah)
  Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there (Buh)
  Then hopped inside the Jag', I did the dash, you know that (Skrrt)
  I ain't gon' stay on no scene, I'll let my lawyer handle that (Yeah)
  (Get it)
  Everything high-end (Yeah)
  I see it, it's mine then (I got it)
  I like it, I bought it (It's mine)
  I'm wet up like faucets (Uh)
  Catch up and not get (Bang-bang)
  We don't let bygones be bygones