conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called A Third Person Story with the following description: Logic is telling his story from obviously a third person perspective. His life was full of twists and he talks about his life back home, as well as having to live in Lenny’s house as well as record in his basement. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Damn right!
  Son
  Son!
  [Verse]
  He was a class clown, loved by all around
  He was kinda goofy, make you feel good when you're down
  But one day he disappeared and never came back
  At 17 got kicked out by his mother just like that
  He moved in with his father that he never grew up with
  But we're not gon' get into that, like cocaine we gon' cut it
  He loved music, but never had the time
  'Cause he was working two jobs and they both was overtime
  His girlfriend always told him that he was destined to shine
  He smiled, said "really?", but really paid it no mind
  And when he was of age the situation was shitty
  So he packed up all his stuff and then he moved across the city
  Rented a room from his homie's mom and dad
  They saw the situation and they felt so bad
  They let him live with 'em, and he was doing good
  Working at the street fixing cars under their hood
  He got up with his mentor, that he knew for a while
  He met him back when he was a youngin', only a child
  A real good guy that gave him some equipment
  And then he sent him packing like a UPS shipment
  He said "lay some tracks, and maybe we can get it"
  So then he quit his job and he moved in with his sister
  They lived together as children so yes he really missed her
  But then he got another job, still working on music
  Tryna find a style and figure out how to use it
  But one day he got it, yes, he's so excited
  But then he stopped
  Said I got a way to go on top, they gon' find me
  Such a long journey like I'm walking I-90
  Three thousand miles leaving the haters behind me
  Along his path, he ran into a wise man
  Said "please tell me how I let 'em know I'm great"
  Wise man then said "drop a mixtape
  But not just the regular shit that everyone doin'
  You gotta let 'em know you forreal in what you're pursuing"
  Then he was gone, just as quick as he came
  After this encounter he would never be the same
  'Bout 100 miles and runnin', he started feelin' something
  What's that?
  Maturity
  Every single night, sacrifice rest to write
  Dusk 'till dawn, he be rappin' 'till the sun up
  Call him Super Mario he always get the one up
  Finally dropping tracks, now the mixtape is completed
  His appetite for perfection was seriously needed
  Then it dropped
  He would, sell it for twenty but his country in recession so
  Take it for ten homie consider it a blessing
  Yes he a rookie, but you know they respect him
  That Botox flow, so whenever he inject 'em
  Them haters tighten up their game but now it don't affect him
  'Cause if they step out of line yeah you know he finna check 'em
  He grew up on the bottom, but dreamt about the top
  He finally found out that until he reach it he won't stop
  He's headed to the summit, where everybody plummet
  The game need change and Logic can break a hunnit
  The consul to the game so you know we run it
  Nah, that last line was, over dramatic
  But he coming for that ass and he gon' let 'em have it