conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Orville with the following description: “Orville” is the fifth single of Logic’s upcoming studio album Vinyl Days.
  The song title is a reference to the science fiction series “The Orville,” with several references to it  throughout the song.
  In December 2021, Logic teamed up with HitRecord for a second time to teach upcoming artists how he makes a song. Logic includes a demo song containing an open verse for the student to contribute to the song. The song is known in the community as “Dreams Come True” that contains elements of this song. It includes Logic’s verse as well as other elements of the song in an early demo of Orville. 
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Logic]
  What's the threat?
  Bitch, I'm on one
  Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
  Yeah, yeah-yeah
  Little echoes (Wrong one, wrong one)
  Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
  Bitch, I'm on one
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Yeah)
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Yeah, ayo, uh)
  [Verse 1: Logic]
  Ayo, what's the deal? Mind too active, can't sit still
  I kinda feel like I just took a limitless pill
  I'm Captain Mercer on the beat, watch me murder the Krill
  That's a sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference
  Family is the only thing that mattеrs, bitch, I'm Stefan
  I can't believе at first sight you thought I was Steve
  Bitch, I'll orphan you, shapeshift and morph into your mom
  Slit your throat and make it look like she's the one that committed the crime
  You know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago
  Never throwin' shade, we keepin' it light like vitiligo
  Chain around my neck glisten like El Dorado
  Can't fuck bitches with baggage, you married a ho with cargo
  Bitches be jumpin' ship, word to Argo
  If you don't understand that line, no need for an apology
  You stupid motherfucker, I'm referencin' Greek mythology
  I never went to college, B
  And made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology
  Now logically, I'm the top MC
  How dare you got the nerve to bring that weak shit, neuropathy
  Ain't no stoppin' me
  Even if you stand on my grave, you're never toppin' me [Chorus: Exile, 
  with Like
  ]
  Down, down, that's how we get down
  Down, yeah, yeah, you know we get down
  Pick the mic up and then we get down, down
  So high up 
  that it's down
  [Verse 2: Like & 
  Blu
  ]
  Wow, my shit so profound
  Wow, y'all done bit the whole style
  Wow, I don't trip, I just smile
  Murderous shit, I fit the profile
  Murder was the case, had that shit on tape
  Play this in the whip, man, that shit gon' crank
  You steady talkin' shit like your shit don't stank (
  Uh-huh, uh-huh
  )
  News flash, buddy, we the shit, you ain't
  [Verse 3: Blu]
  From irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds
  Shattered misconceptions
  Misdirected, inheaded in my direction, intelligent  and I'm tellin' it
  Droppin' heavy shit that's still heaven sent
  The freshest prince,
   utmost, definite, deadin' it
  'Fore niggas can't fathom who they effin' with
  Raw, no condom, you still can't come correct with it
  I represent a specialist of artists who never charted
  But never parted, often regarded as the hardest
  As the autumn falls in, tell the wind I never fail
  Leaves do
  , emcees too, but the pros propel
  Don't tell, another cup of XXL, trouble for sale
  Back bustin' a couple of shells, for Durell
  Logic asked me, "What the deal?"
  Back then, it was a film per album plus a couple mill'
  Plug pulled the rug from up under my wheels
  Humbly kill, stomach and pills, fumblin' bills, shit
  Killed the player like Jada did Will Smith
  For tryna play the same game, nigga, you will quit
  I still spit, like it's foot on my throat, 'til I'm a ghost
  Still not a G.O.A.T. but I feel like the G.O.A.T, end of my quote, go [Outro: Logic]
  Bitch, I'm on one
  Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
  Bitch, I'm on one, bitch, I'm on one
  Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one
  Yeah, you fuckin' with—
  You fuckin' with—, you fuckin' with—
  You fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one
  You fuckin' with—, you fuckin' with—
  You fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one