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conversations.value: Write me a song called Hey Mama with the following description: This song is a ballad dedicated to Kanye West’s mom Donda West and was written in 2000. It later appeared in its final version on Kanye’s 2005 album Late Registration.
  West debuted the song on Oprah with his mother in the audience. Donda liked it so much she actually made it her ringtone at the time.
  Sadly, Donda passed away in 2007 of cosmetic surgery complications, and Kanye understandably broke down in tears attempting to perform this song at his next concert, but not before he had the opportunity to perform the song live for her in their kitchen in Chicago.
  
  
  
  On the 10th anniversary of Donda West’s passing on November 10, 2017, a group of Kanye fans organized an event titled “Hey Mama Day”. The event aims to encourage fans to listen to the song with the hope of it reappearing on the Billboard Hot 100. It’s motivations were also to combat the release of Taylor Swift’s album Reputation on the anniversary, which many percieved as an intentional move in the long-standing Swift-West feud. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus]
  (Hey, Mama, ah, ow)
  I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you, and uh
  Let me tell you what I'm about to do
  (Hey, Mama)
  I know I act a fool, but I promise you, I'm goin' back to school, and
  I appreciate what you allowed for me, and I
  I just want you to be proud of me
  (Hey, Mama)
  [Verse 1]
  I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
  This little light of mine, I'm finna let it shine
  I'm finna take y'all back to them better times
  I'm finna talk about my mama if y'all don't mind
  I was three years old when you and I moved to the Chi'
  Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold
  You fixed me up something that was good for my soul
  Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?
  You work late nights just to keep on the lights
  Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike
  And you would give anything in this world
  Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl
  And you never put no man over me
  And I love you for that, mommy, can't you see?
  Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
  'Cause a nigga cheatin', telling you lies, then I started to cry
  As we knelt on the kitchen floor
  I said, "Mommy, I'ma love you 'til you don't hurt no more
  And when I'm older, you ain't gotta work no more
  And I'ma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford"
  See, you're unbreakable, unmistakable
  Highly capable lady that's makin' loot
  A livin' legend too, just look at what Heaven do
  Sent us an angel, and I thank you, Mama [Chorus]
  (Hey, Mama, ah, ow)
  I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you, and uh
  Let me tell you what I'm about to do
  (Hey, Mama)
  I know I act a fool, but I promise you, I'm goin' back to school, and
  I appreciate what you allowed for me, and I
  I just want you to be proud of me
  (Hey, Mama)
  [Verse 2]
  Forrest Gump, Mama said, "Life is like a box of chocolates"
  My mama told me, “Go to school, get your doctorate
  Something to fall back on, you could profit with”
  But still supported me when I did the opposite
  Now I feel like it's things I gotta get
  Things I gotta do, just to prove to you
  You was getting through, 
  can the choir please
  Give me a verse of "You Are So Beautiful To Me"?
  Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry
  Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy
  Come on, Mommy, just dance wit' me
  Let the whole world see your dancing feet
  Now when I say "Hey," y'all say, "Mama"
  Now everybody answer me, come on [Chorus]
  (Hey, Mama, ah, ow)
  I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you
  Let me tell you what I'm about to do
  (Hey, Mama)
  I know I act a fool, but I promise you, I'm goin' back to school
  I appreciate what you allowed for me
  I just want you to be proud of me
  (Hey, Mama)
  [Break]
  I guess it also depends though if my ends low
  Second they get up, you gon' get that Benzo
  Tint the windows, ride around the city and let your friends know (Hey, Mama)
  Tell your job you gotta fake 'em out
  Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out
  To a restaurant, upper echelon
  I'ma get you a Jag', whatever else you want
  Just tell me what kind of 
  S-Type Donda West like?
  Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right
  It don't gotta be Mother's Day or your birthday
  For me to just call and say
  [Outro]
  (Hey, Mama, ah, ow)
  I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you, and uh
  Let me tell you what I'm about to do
  (Hey, Mama)
  You know I love you so, and
  I never let you go
  Wrote this song just so you know
  No matter where you go, our love is true
  (Hey, Mama) [Produced by Jon Brion & Kanye West]