conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called City of Stars with the following description: This is a break-up song dedicated to hip-hop where Logic details his relationship by personifying music as a woman.
  The song starts off with a sample of Genesis' lead guitarist, Steve Hackett’s 1999 song “Days Of Long Ago.”
  During the first half of the track, Logic sings with hurt in his voice, while using a hint of auto-tune. Musically the beginning of the song features a synth and drum line reminiscent of Kanye West’s “Flashing Lights.”
  For the second half of the track, the beat switches and Logic uses rap bars to expresses his frustration with the music industry and his place in it.
  “City of Stars” started out with an air of mystery; Logic used a similar songwriting approach on “Nikki”, where he rapped about his nicotine addiction.
  After the song’s release fans questioned who Logic was addressing, he released a statement on Twitter, the day after his The Incredible True Story album dropped on November 13, 2015.
  “It is a goodbye to ‘how a person should make hip hop’ and a hello ‘to finally embracing and focusing on Genre-less Music’,” he wrote to end all of the speculation. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  I know that you think this song is for you
  I used to long for you and adore you
  My life was just fine way back before you
  Now when you reach out I just ignore you
  [Chorus]
  'Cause this ain't a love song (Whoa)
  This is, "So long"
  You did me so wrong for so long
  For so long, for so long
  [Verse 2]
  No, I never thought I could live my life without you
  All you ever seem to do is scream and make it all about you
  [Refrain]
  And so I doubt you
  I doubt you even know what's on my mind
  I said, I doubt you
  I doubt you even know why I left you behind
  [Interlude]
  I know that I've been living
  I know that I've been living
  I know that I've been living
  I know that I've been living
  In the city of stars, where there's flying cars
  A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars
  In the city of stars, where there's flying cars
  A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars [Chorus]
  This ain't a love song (Whoa)
  This is, "So long"
  You did me so wrong for so long
  For so long, for so long
  [Refrain]
  And so I doubt you
  I doubt you even know what's on my mind
  I said I doubt you
  I doubt you even know why I left you—
  [Verse 3]
  Yeah, uh, yeah
  Much love to Def Jam, even though they under shipped me
  Did me like Bobby did Whitney, but the fans was with me
  Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
  All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
  I didn't talk about my race on the whole first album
  But black vs. white bullshit was the still the outcome
  How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go?
  Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
  Who gives a fuck who made it? I penetrate it and innovate it
  While they emulate it, give a fuck if I'm hated
  I'ma do it 'til I get it, fuck a nominated
  Bitch, I dominate it
  Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
  Chilling with B-I-G D-A-Double-D-Y K-A-N-E
  Not many get to do what I do, and now enemies
  Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
  But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
  Outside of this solar system, I'm searching for paradise
  Livin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet
  Fuck all these cats on the internet
  I love hip-hop and I hate hip-hop
  'Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
  'Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sakes
  Pac did the same shit, just on a drum break
  Now, I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this game
  We all people, all equal—now let me let off, yeah
  Now let me let off
  Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
  Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
  Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
  Black on one side, now I'm in another zone
  Switch flows, fuck 'em up—play the game, run 'em up
  Yeah, I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck
  All the people want is real, guess that's why Logic appeal
  All the power in the world; hold that, tell me how that feel?
  Racism on television and magazines
  Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
  Country don't give a fuck who I am
  Just a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my hand
  And I am, here's to the Roc
  The .45 Glock that my older brother pop—shot
  And I am, finally on top; too high up, not a drop
  Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap
  I am, livin' like I ain't got it
  Spit the flow so robotic, man, who gives a fuck about it?
  Maryland 'til I die, but I had to get the fuck up out it
  I love it and hate it, you probably don't know, man, I doubt it