conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Astronauts with the following description: On “Astronauts,” Juice WRLD and Future team up to rap about their highly intoxicated lives, which causes them to “go to outer space.” In an April 2012 interview with Complex, Future famously proclaimed that he was an “astronaut”:
  That’s why I say “astronaut status” because that’s what I make, timeless music. Astronauts; it’s space. How long does it take to get to space? Timeless! It’s timeless. It’s music that is going to be around forever. That’s the kind of music I make—astronaut music. People don’t understand what I’m saying. It’s big. It’s bigger than life. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  Just like a astronaut
  We don't detox
  Yeah
  Playin' in the mud, all these drugs
  Like a weirdo (Yeah)
  One of a kind, VVS diamond on my earlobe
  [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
  Hop in that 'Rari, I drive fast, I'm a a-hole (Skrrt)
  I got cashflow, bitch droppin' the ass low
  Ride dick like a lasso
  40 on me, it's fuego hot
  Give you a halo
  At your neck, ready or not
  Me and Pluto astronauts
  [Verse 1: Future]
  Alien, I'm not a regular guy
  Emilio Pucci, not regular fly
  It's been a year since I went in the mall
  I'm not a regular guy
  We put them beams on a semi, you better be ready to die
  I got on wings like a Bentley, I feel way too high
  Left the sticker on the window still got the paper tag
  Louis Vuitton bandana, too many shopping bags
  Richard Mille or the Rollie, it don't tick tock
  Hermes bandana just like 2Pac
  My little brother, he a scammer, ride with 2 choppas
  We want ecstasy and codeine, we don't detox [Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
  Balenciagas on my feet, these ain't no Reeboks
  I grew up a bad kid, coulda been on 
  The Boondocks
  I keep my hand on my tool, ahh
  Clip look like a ruler
  I roll with them shooters, shooters
  Ain't with the talking, we just do it
  Stripper bitch, big ol' booty
  Your ho dirty, she got cooties
  Big ol' 30, and it'll do you
  Uh, I shoot that shit like a movie
  White bitch nerdy, her name Susie, uh
  The bitch head game go stupid, uh
  Birkin bag on my back hold the Uzi, uh
  Two Percs to the face, I'm booted
  [Verse 3: Future]
  Blood on my hands, blood in my eyes
  Codeine in my cup, money on my mind
  Gonna take this Percocet and try and see stars
  Presently, they askin' young niggas I got bars
  Hope you never get to murder solvin' like nothin' wrong
  Hope, the day you run into your ops, you get 'em goin'
  I be with my Chi town brothers, Al Capone
  Me and Juice killin these niggas like they got they hands down
  Blood in my eyes, blood on my hands
  Blood in my cup, blood on my bands
  Made a million dollars in abandoned buildings
  Drinkin' out the bottle, you abandon my feelings
  I took three 10s and went hasta luego
  Juice WRLD prolly in that 'Rari actin' a a-hole
  I'm with some bartenders, they bad like J-Lo
  Keep the cannon like a tummy tuck, pushin' yayo
  Blow my head off, she deserve Chanel coco
  I got dirty bands, I'm gettin' my El Chapo [Chorus: Juice WRLD & 
  Future
  ]
  I drive fast, I'm a a-hole
  I got cashflow, bitch droppin' that ass low
  Ride dick like a lasso
  40 on me, it's fuego hot
  Give you a halo
  At your neck, ready or not
  Me and Pluto astronauts
  I got bands, hasta luego
  I got cashflow, bitch droppin' the ass low
  Ride that shit like my last ho
  Chopper on me, I'm B.G. hot
  Give you a halo
  At your neck, ready or not
  Me and Juice astronauts