conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Dirty Sprite with the following description: Future pays homage to his favorite drink: lean (also known as “Dirty Sprite”)—A mixture of prescription strength promethazine cough syrup and Sprite.
  
  He shouts out three prolific lean drinkers; DJ Screw, Pimp C, and Big Hawk—all of whom have died, two from complications with the drink. Codeine is extremely addictive, and can cause complications and sleep apnea, hence his girlfriends warning “that drink will kill you.”
  Fewtch later acknowledged his addiction with “Codeine Crazy.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus]
  I'm on that Pimp C
  I'm on that DJ Screw
  I'm on that Big Hawk
  I don't know what to do
  Pour up a 3 or 4
  My sprite so dirty fool
  My bitch remind me all the time, "That drink will kill you"
  [Verse 1]
  One, two cups keep my ice cool
  Three or four zips have me leaning like a fool
  Purple Sprite on top of ice
  I'm rocking ice on dirty sprite
  I feel real nice to be precise my jewelry on, high as a kite
  I'm space cadet
  I drink a check
  I spit a check
  Got much respect for Pimp C bitch
  Hold my bitch
  , my bitch say why I'm on purple shit
  My purple stuff stay in my cup
  Got drank on me I pour me up
  Texas oil got me spoiled
  Red and Yellow, I'm leaning hard
  [Chorus]
  I'm on that Pimp C
  I'm on that DJ Screw
  I'm on that Big Hawk
  I don't know what to do
  Pour up a 3 or 4
  My sprite so dirty fool
  My bitch remind me all the time, "That drink will kill you" [Verse 2]
  I wake up leaning from last night
  I drink my lean for breakfast
  I'm on that Waffle House cup
  RIP to Chad Butler
  I got my favorite drink with me it taste just like some kool-aid
  Pour me up a 3 or 4 gone have me leaning sideways
  Well listen cold with Screw up kit we be leaning always
  Drinking all day, drinking tall cups, I don't give a fuck
  I'm trued up with two cups
  They shook up with Dirty Sprite
  Promethazine can't get enough
  Till I O.D, you know what's up
  [Verse 3]
  I'm moving slow, the lights ain't bright as they supposed to be
  My eyes heavy see what happens when you fuck with me
  I think I lost my heartbeat for a second and a half
  I'm on that Easter pink-flavored Sprite dirty flag
  My ice in my cup filled up to the brim
  Drink university even the teacher was a pimp
  Church tabernacle drinking coffee like a pastor
  Two cups filled with lean, we some Dirty Sprite bastards
  [Chorus]
  I'm on that Pimp C
  I'm on that DJ Screw
  I'm on that Big Hawk
  I don't know what to do
  Pour up a 3 or 4
  My sprite so dirty fool
  My bitch remind me all the time, "That drink will kill you"