conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Supply with the following description: The last song on the Kush & Oj mixtape. A chill song as well. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
  Bone Snaps and crane kicks
  Divine intervention, I was put here to change shit
  By hook or Crooks and Castles
   draped up in the same fit
  Been rockin' it for days now, and will until the pay stop
  See there's no dinner or winner for second place huh?
  Yea that what I figure, so I handle my business
  Confidentiality, all my plans to get richer
  Then I, master my role as my plan unfold
  Right moves, make sure the left hand don't know
  Words from a wiser predecessor: Never let up
  I know how to spot a fool, cause he never shut up
  If you speak it, you don't know it, you know it, you don't speak it
  Can't feel me if you put your vertebrae on the speakers
  See you got the beat, hitting at on ya
  I got higher than Chong on bongs in California
  Catch me in your in local cool spots catty corner
  Virgins to the herb frown at that aroma
  For those inquisitive, scoot closer to Phips a bit
  I invite you to get higher than what you've experienced
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Um, there's some who think they smoke, but we stay higher
  And some think they get fly, but we get flyer
  They lookin' for the planes, we done cruised right by ya
  Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say no (Nooo)
  It's everywhere we go [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  Woke up in the mornin'
  Some ashes in the sink, couple drinks we was pourin' in
  My niggas sleep, bitches rollin weed while I'm yawnin'
  It's just a routine after a night of performin'
  I turn the hotel into a Polo Party
  Makin' them eggs with cheese, let 'em smoke so much weed
  Them hoes think we in the '70s
  Big Dog, better pedigree, she in this king size bed with me
  Give her space boy, I let her breathe
  And I mean that technically
  Roll up the trees, like my weed grown medically
  Less of the seeds, Niggas still got the hatin' disease
  When actually they know, bite or bark, fight or heart
  I'ma keep rollin' trees nigga, light or spark
  Taylor in my walk, karate in my Talk
  Now that's gangsta
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  Um, there's some who think they smoke, but we stay higher
  And some think they get fly, but we get flyer
  They lookin' for the planes, we done cruised right by ya
  Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say no (Nooo)
  It's everywhere we go