conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Pass Off with the following description: This song samples Angela Bofill’s “Under the Moon and Over the Sky”Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
  Right
  Call up a uba, let's get out of this bitch
  They like, "Man, you always steaming, bro?" I'm tired of this shit
  Ain't no way on this green Earth I can get high off this cliff
  You a fuckin' buddah head, you gon' die off this shit
  That's a fuss answer, wrong drug dummy, that's a dust answer
  Gamers have an appetite, but it's forever fuck cancer
  Double L R varsity with the black panther
  Hate a weed scientist actin' like that shit is that danker
  Too much, thinkin' about it too much, okay Sampha
  Pet-peevin' that anger, lash out on poor strangers
  God damn it, another [?], she screamin', she probably hoarse
  Asking if I mess with whores, nigga left that pussy sore
  Wrong turn, fuck around catch a charley horse
  Smokin' personal, she like, "It's 'bout time you cough"
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Wake up, count my money
  Hundreds, fifties, twenties
  Rollin' up the dank
  Pass her to the homie
  Wake up, count my money
  Hundreds, fifties, twenties
  We don't love these hoes
  Pass her to the homie
  Pass off [Bridge: Smoke DZA]
  This is for G's and this is for my hustlers
  This is for my hustlers stackin' they G's
  This is for my G's and this is for my hustlers
  Speakin' of my hustlers, back to this weed
  {Verse 2: Smoke DZA}
  A nigga chiefin', eighth grade high, cheesin'
  Loadin' up my Snoop Dogg G-pen
  I hit the road and get stoned
  I don't even have to roll to get stoned
  Shit, Dice Clay with the chain smokin'
  Pothead shit, got my chains smokin'
  Bob Marley head, diamonds all in up the dreads
  I ain't that different, bitch please
  You don't know the half, chicken
  Plus a nigga wasted like a failed Grand Theft mission
  So much chronic in my system
  Pray to God I'm not a piss test victim
  Well don't do crime, nigga
  Too much bacon, stay off the swine nigga, pass off
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Wake up, count my money
  Hundreds, fifties, twenties
  Rollin' up the dank
  Pass her to the homie
  Wake up, count my money
  Hundreds, fifties, twenties
  We don't love these hoes
  Pass her to the homie
  Pass off [Verse 3: Bluntsmoker & 
  Smoke DZA
  ]
  You know your man Bluntey, got these niggas crunchy
  Fresh pack of Palmer's, roll me up a blunt please
  I'm a smoker, never sober
  I bought the drop, like bitch, you know us
  She wanna blow us, hopped on a tour bus
  Met us in Cali, drove up to Boulder (Colorado)
  Now we rollin' while she blowin'
  I got the bitch open, but (
  Pass off
  )
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Wake up, count my money
  Hundreds, fifties, twenties
  Rollin' up the dank
  Pass her to the homie
  Wake up, count my money
  Hundreds, fifties, twenties
  We don't love these hoes
  Pass her to the homie
  Pass off