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conversations.value: Write me a song called Never See Me Again with the following description: “Never See Me Again” displays a spotlight for Kanye West’s mental state, being recorded before his infamous self exile out of the United States.
  Leading up to the songs eventual leak, Kanye’s and his now ex-fiancée Alexis Phifer had broken up due to [“citing a conflict with his life on the road”], a year previous his mother Donda West had passed away in November 10, 2007 to heart failure after plastic surgery. Following the upcoming year, heavily intoxicated at the September 2009 VMA’s Kanye West delivered one of his most infamous' speech at the awards show.
  Speculation for the songs existence is rumored to be recorded after the Taylor Swift incident.
  Some have also noted that there’s a subtle similarity between this track and the contrastingly titled “See Me Now” from this same era. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  And it'll be a long time, before you ever see me again, me again
  [Verse 1]
  They want me, hold my head in shame
  So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
  Covers talkin' now the feds say I'm insane
  A psych said I'm gonna fumble down along the planner
  And then his son told me "Put down the drink dawg"
  I got the rinks off, coming for the things off
  I guess there's nothin' and I'm finna chop it's head off
  I need a little something to knock the edge off
  Aside from this song, my life sucks
  Stomping on someone, with my boots
  And I'll put it off, if we modest
  And every other god need a goddess
  And every other star, couldn't guide us
  It falls upon something that's inside us
  So I'm not gonna stop for my riders
  Tell me where my ride is
  Tumble on the mountains, uh
  [Chorus]
  And I don't like them, and they don't like that
  They don't like that, and I don't want that
  And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again
  Don't worry about me, worry 'bout you
  Worry about something, don't worry what I do
  Hey, motherfuckers, it'll be a long time
  Before you ever see me again, me again [Verse 2]
  See, I need some time to meditate
  Naw, bitch I'm fly, I need time to levitate
  And I don't sound try, tryna' hesitate
  Fumbled down, very late nigga, you a featherweight
  And I'm a heavyweight, and I'm very great
  I put the everyday rocking in every state
  Do not debate, you cannot cape
  I must've on faith, getting knocked of faith
  Guess it's my fate, guess it was written
  I can sell a phone, guess it was different
  That was somethin' back then, that was different
  Now I'm spitting and everybody's just spitting
  And what it sound like when everybody sound alike
  What you sound like, bumpin' 'em on a round mic?
  I don't even sound right, feelin' like I'm on the downright
  And these niggas are secondary, like Pippen around Mike
  Trippin' around sight, pumpin' on that down light
  I'ma be downright, you niggas is downright biters
  And I'ma set fires
  And my shit downright fire, from the corner buyer
  And I'm alone, eh
  [Chorus]
  Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout them
  Just worry 'bout you, and what you gonna do
  And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again
  Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout me
  Worry 'bout you and maybe I do
  Have a long day
  And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again
  Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout you
  I worry 'bout something that we can't do
  And it's on me
  And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again
  Don't worry 'bout me, na-na-na-na
  And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again
  Hey, hey
  Before you ever see me again, me again
  Hey, hey
  It'll be a long time before you ever see me [Bridge]
  Can you clap your hands, hands?
  Clap your, clap your hand, hands?
  Clap your, clap your hand, hands?
  And I wanna do something, I wanna do something then
  Can you clap your hand, hands?
  Need you to clap your hands, hands
  Need you to clap your hands, hands
  Need you to clap your hands
  Need you to clap your hands, hands
  Need you to clap your hands
  Need you to clap your hands, hands
  Need you to clap your hands, hands
  [Verse 3]
  So the song like a 
  Section 8
  So I pass that dick around like a collection plate
  I can sell 'em on Sunday, with the fuss you made
  I be stunting with the stunners, and that's the best you make
  So if everybody just stand now, and shit don't plan out
  Throw your hands up, at least give them a handout
  And with the sun shown, it's like the Jerome is
  Mom-is-on-the-cellphone days, I'm homeless
  Or feeling like Ike at the end of the movie
  Wait, just need two more shows just to get to me
  Or feeling like Eddie Kane, I still got it
  And it's something but the problem is, you still not it
  Or maybe if it's sicker, they say I'm "that nigga"
  Or maybe if I'm humble, it's not a cellphone finger
  Or maybe damn, I could just blow my shit through thinner
  Maybe I should stop being real, maybe I should get on Twitter
  Maybe I should know somethin' different, I could reconsider
  Got something nothing seri' till the cellphone liver
  And I'ma drink 'til the sun up, 'til I got no more liver
  And I'ma stand and deliver 'til they pump my liver
  And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self, but I'm fine
  I'd rather live by what I live by, then die when I'm fine
  I'm gonna stand by my self 'til my very last breath
  'Cause you know what? A coward dies a thousand deaths
  And I'm proud when it's a sound, but now a thousand next
  And I could style on you, something down to hell with this
  You can't style on me, nigga I'm out of your league
  I'm liable to be a liability'
  You plan to style on me, trying to style on me
  Nigga, I'm liable to be a liability, and my ability
  I can sound like 
  Billie Jean
  [Non-Lyrical Vocals] [Chorus 2]
  Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
  Worry about something, something will do
  And motherfucker, it'll be a long time
  Before you ever see me again
  So don't worry about me, I'll be fine
  I'll be up some, going for mine
  And it'll be a long time
  'Fore you ever see me again, me again
  Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you, worry 'bout you
  'Fore you ever see
  [Verse 4]
  Don't worry about what I been up to
  Where the fuck I'm going? Nah, nigga, fuck you
  Who the fuck is going, I can something don't ask it
  Who the fuck is asking? I'll put the summer on blast and
  And who the fuck is lasting?
  And be the last standing
  Caught up on the planning
  Get a better tan and
  I been feeling dandy
  And who can run the planet? Pass them a Xanax
  And an afternoon I annex
  And all of the damage
  Left on the platter
  Who's soon after all, I guess it's a small world after all
  Stunting on the sun 'cause I have to ball
  I run the world 'cause it's a small world after all
  And I'm never after y'all
  I have to loss somethin' and I got it all
  And feeling like you got it all?
  Humble some' [Non-Lyrical Vocals]
  Nah, nigga, not at all
  [Chorus]
  Don't worry 'bout me, just worry 'bout you, cause [?]
  And whatcha gon' do?
  It'll be a long time before you ever see me again
  [Verse 5]
  There's something on the all out, the call out, somethin' on the call out
  Last summer, last fight, and y'all had a fall out
  I can sense nothing to something, what are y'all 'bout?
  Bumping nothing to something, and everything that y'all 'bout
  Y'all had your ups and downs, I don't fuck around
  Put everything on the something, then you go and fuck around
  Bet you felt something, now you feel nothing now
  Y'all feelings felt something, y'all don't feel nothing now
  Her tears dried up, from bumping expressionless
  I was under exodus and learning what the lessons is
  What the ebony of essences, the Genesis
  I got the fetishes
  , something on the sedatives
  One sip and then it'll have you look at innocence
  I wish we just could take it back to the Book of Genesis
  Before the hook is in, is there any point of any of this?
  But understand [?]
  [?] put hands on you
  , then put his front side, and put hands on you
  Just turn around say for really? I'm done motherfucker
  I can state something if
  [Chorus]
  They worry bout me, just worry bout you, I got [?] when I be good
  And she said that
  It'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again
  Don't worry 'bout me, just worry 'bout you
  And I'll be up now, what I've been up to
  And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again
  Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout them
  And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again
  Me again, me again
  It'll be a long time before you ever see me again
  [Instrumental]