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conversations.value: Write me a song called Overdose with the following description: This track was made in 2008 by Grammy Award Winning Harlem producer “Omen” for his album “Be the Judge,” so the song really doesn’t belong to anyone on the track but Omen.
  The concept of the song is basically to display each artists various vices or addictions (Good or Bad) in a drug abuse fashion. So all of their addictions are presented as if they are addicted to a drug.
  They made a video for each artist to explain their lyrics and studio sessions. None of them were ever in the studio at the same time which isn’t anything new because it’s rare for that to happen even with the biggest artists.
  Drake’s explanation
  Travis’s Explanation
  Mickey’s ExplanationExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Jackie Long]
  And I'ma leave on one more note
  One more motherfuckin' note
  It's like this, look at him
  [Intro: Drake]
  I ain't been here in a minute
  Cut the lights off
  I feel fantastic right now, baby
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  I said I used to keep the porch lights on
  And now I keep the Porsche's lights on
  Just to let them know their foresight's wrong
  Where this rapper goin' with that obscure ice on?
  He a lame, I'm just tryna get my mature life on
  OD, OD, everybody know me
  Even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.
  Oh me, oh my, them girls love me like Seth Cohen
  So get a grip, get a glass, pour the X.O. in
  I dare one of these niggas to say I'm not insane
  Pick a road 'cause where you drivin' is not a lane
  And rest in peace to Pimp C, life is not a game
  Takin' over the world, no Pinky, just a lotta brain
  He 'bout to send them the shit that I'm on
  You prob'ly could have predicted I'm on
  My sense of judgment's officially gone
  Up into the air all the smoke from the Swisher is blown
  I'm grown, I'm grown
  I'm livin' in this elevator zone alone
  I'm up so high I'm never comin' down
  And you say you got them hoes, but they never comin' round
  I got Penthouse walls, I stay high above your ass
  And I can see it all, my balcony is glass
  And wifey's over (bitches), but money's over (her)
  'Cause money's under (nothin'), my life is such a (blur)
  That's not the way it has to go, that's just what I prefer
  And do not disagree with me, it's best you just concur
  I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive
  Even when I fuckin' die they gonna bury me alive [Hook: Drake]
  And I'm so prestigious
  I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches
  I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features
  Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this
  We got bottles over here
  Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD)
  Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD)
  Money on the floor, we good
  OD, OD, everybody know me
  [Verse 2: Travis McCoy]
  Oh no, Travie high on life again
  Feel like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin
  So high I wanna cry like tiny violins
  In my best mode, Depeche Mode, enjoy the silence
  Stop the violence – how, when every line
  Is like the motherfuckin' Watts riots pourin' out of my pen?
  Aight then, be easy, I'ma get back
  Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax
  And I done gave up the narcotics
  But I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my wallet
  Hello, my name is Travie, and I'm a life-aholic
  Told 'em all these beats is like the Wallace to my Gromit
  The Alfred to my Bruce Wayne, stripes on my candy cane
  One without the other, Soul 4 Real without the Candy Rain
  Super trooper like a gun-totin' handyman
  Ask me how I'm livin', bet I tell ya fine and dandy, man
  Check his vital signs, they peakin' off the meter, man
  I'ma live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan
  Fuck pullin' the 9 out, I'll pull a Amy Winehouse
  Sippin' Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house
  Isaiah, I'ma see ya when I get there
  Until then hold me down like gravity, it's Travie (Uno, easy) [Hook: Drake]
  And I'm so prestigious
  I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches
  I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features
  Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this
  We got bottles over here
  Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD)
  Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD)
  Money on the floor, we good
  OD, OD, everybody know me
  [Verse 3: Mickey Factz]
  Ha! I’m 'bout to overdose on life
  Somebody please pass the needle
  So if I comatose tonight you won't have to ask the people
  If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid
  Watch me, mane, I'm a cocky slave with this Rocky chain
  I got I got my veins cluttered with this bud
  And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood
  Tryna suppress the too fresh feeling I got, ooh yes
  I'm in it for the hugest duplex, livin' like I'm Hugh Hef
  Every other night I need a brunette for group sex
  Leave 'em with a bruised neck, then I yell: "Who's next?"
  Stand 'em in a line
  This is New Factz City, take this crack between your thighs
  (Yeah, Mickey, what you mean?)
  I'm promethazine, fuck the Queen
  Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean
  (Let 'em see…) Tryna match my high on life
  (Then let 'em dream…) Gotta catch the spot on my flight
  First-class, known of the aroma of the smoker life
  Got me like a stoner, a zoner, but nah, it's never over
  (Mickey, what you mean?) I stick my tongue out
  Sippin' Remy conceited, I'm teasin' every bum out
  Hung out with celebrities from every drug house
  So when you remember me say that I was strung out
  (Mickey, what you mean?) I'm a addict for the green cash
  I'ma OD, so fluck goin' to rehab [Hook: Drake]
  And I'm so prestigious
  I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches
  I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features
  Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this
  We got bottles over here
  Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD)
  Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD)
  Money on the floor, we good
  OD, OD, everybody know me