conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Lord Willin’ with the following description: “Lord Willin'” serves as the 10th track off Logic’s sophomore album, The Incredible True Story.
  There are some Super Mario samples thrown in the track at random intervals if you listen closely. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Okay now, this how I'm feeling, lately I'm like the villain
  Cause while they on that other shit
  I been posted, out here chillin'
  Lord willin', I'll survive, but not like that 9 to 5
  You know this that shit that you bumpin'
  In your whip while you drive
  I've been living life and I hope that you do the same
  'Cause if you ain't doing what you love, it's only you to blame
  Come on I've been through the game
  'Bout time that they know my name
  Numb it down for the pain, this music my Novocaine
  Lord willin' we overcame, it's time to get over man
  I've been around the world and back
  And I swear it's all the same
  And what I learned; a 
  prophet don't do it for the profit
  Gon' get off it, check the topic
  Watch me drop it, can you top it?
  I don't know I've been at it on the low
  Never did it like this here before
  But I'm still here and I just hope
  I'll make a difference, make a killin', Lord willin'
  [Pre-Chorus]
  Lord willin', make a difference
  Lord willin'—uh, Lord willin' [Chorus]
  I tell 'em, "Hold on" (Hold on)
  And yeah you know that I gotta bring it back again
  And I tell 'em, "Hold on" (Hold on)
  I don't understand what's happening
  And so I tell 'em, "Hold on" (Hold on)
  And yeah you know that I gotta bring it back again
  And I tell 'em, "Hold on" (Hold on)
  I don't understand what's happening
  So I tell em—
  [Verse 2]
  I guess I'm back at it; I ain't done, I ain't had it
  If I was underground before then this is me in my attic
  For this rap shit I'm an addict, but can't fuck with that dramatic
  I've been busting my ass, they probably think it's automatic
  Yes sir, I've done this shit before
  Like your baby momma momma
  I'ma tell 'em like it is, I'ma tell 'em like it is
  Life ain't picture perfect, we use the negatives to develop
  I'm well up, I'm way up
  Nothing but net, fuck the layup, I'm way up
  Bitches losing calories out here jumping to conclusions
  Can't fuck with they delusions, I'm on that 101 cruisin'
  Okay, way back in the day I rap in a way
  But no not quite like this, living like that
  In a way, guess you could say made me wanna write like this
  Not quite like this, on my level, I'm unique and I'm a rebel
  Like you listening? I hope that you're listening
  This feel like it's summertime; waiting for the bus
  Number nine, through the city all alone
  Not a worry, not your phone
  We just vibing, maybe flying 'round the world
  Man, I hope you see the world
  And all your dreams will unfurl
  Just don't never cash your pearl
  Go out there and make a livin', take this advice that I'm givin'
  Make a difference, make a killin', make a killin', Lord willin' [Pre-Chorus]
  Lord willin', make a difference
  Lord willin', Lord willin'
  [Chorus]
  I tell 'em, "Hold on" (Hold on)
  And yeah you know that I gotta bring it back again
  And I tell 'em, "Hold on" (Hold on)
  I don't understand what's happening
  And so I tell 'em, "Hold on" (Hold on)
  And yeah you know that I gotta bring it back again
  And I tell 'em, "Hold on" (Hold on)
  I don't understand what's happening
  So I tell em—