conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Clouds with the following description: A shorter version of this song was shown first in the video Just Another Day Ep 42: Just Another Dad on Logic’s YouTube Channel BobbysWorld and later got uploaded as a separate video on the same channel.
  For the final version a verse by Langston Bristol and an outro by Curren$y got added to the song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Logic]
  I can give a fuck the shit you on
  But I'm really tryna put you on
  Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
  Low-key I've been waitin' for so long (
  Y— Y— Y— Y— Yeah
  )
  I can give a fuck the shit you on
  But I'm really tryna put you on
  Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
  Low-key I've been waiting for so long
  [Verse 1: Logic]
  Take two, take one
  Chillin' in the cut with my son and his baby mama
  I was gonna hit the road, but I'm staying longer
  Doing whatever the fuck I wanna do when I wanna do it
  People thinking they know it, but they never knew it
  What it be like, the spotlight, the hot takes and long nights
  Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights, it's alright
  I'm off like a flight, took a left, did it right, what a sight
  Knowing everything gon' be alright, likе K. Dot, 2015
  It seem the art that I make over thеy heads like the Sistine
  It really feel like ain't nobody ever listening
  That's why I do it for me and the homies and nobody else
  Making beats in my room by myself
  Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
  But I make the best shit when I'm all alone in my room
  College Park
   coming soon
  In the dark going off to the tune of the 808 boom
  I stay with the trees like a baboon
  Flow kinda fast, but it's chill like a pocket full of valium
  Head up in the clouds, but I'm coming down soon, yeah [Chorus: Logic]
  I can give a fuck the shit you on
  But I'm really tryna put you on
  Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
  Low-key I've been waitin' for so long (
  Y— Y— Y— Y— Yeah
  )
  I can give a fuck the shit you on
  But I'm really tryna put you on
  Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
  Low-key I've been waiting for so long
  [Verse 2: Langston Bristol]
  Low-key tryna get trophies with my dawgs (
  Woof
  )
  Surely, you'll see my face smilin' on the front of a billboard soon
  Truth is that I got a blueprint and I'm finna use it, nigga, let's get it
  I'm tryna get a brand new coupe, she gon' wonder where the roof at when she get in it
  (
  Wheels spinnin'
  ) While I'm on the e-way, I wish life was easy
  If you a hater, then get the fuck up out the way
  I only hang with my teammates
  Pass the ball to me, mane
  (
  My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah, all them stick to the code
  )
  (
  If you start fakin' over here
  ), I look you dead in the soul and tell you
  [Chorus: Logic]
  I can give a fuck the shit you on
  But I'm really tryna put you on
  Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
  Low-key I've been waitin' for so long (
  Y— Y— Y— Y— Yeah
  )
  I can give a fuck the shit you on
  But I'm really tryna put you on
  Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
  Low-key I've been waiting for so long [Outro: Curren$y]
  She was in and out my suite all fashion week
  Studio up in here sweet, I was crashin' beats
  'Cause the paper don't sleep and my loved ones have needs
  And my son need everything I never had times three
  You's a cold motherfucker, my homies always remind me
  They lift me up like that bomb weed
  In this pound never found seeds
  Just nugs, best buds, Bobby spoke of retirement
  Thought all we'd get out of it was a best of
  Or a greatest hits, realized he could still make time for the fam
  Busy playin', but still make time for blazin' shit
  Inspirational as a motherfucker, ask my brother
  Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
  Rolls-Royces by the gutter
  Bad bitch itchin' to sit her buns on the butter
  Like her, but I don't love her
  Push her to do better, but I don't shove her
  Versace bedsheets, watchin' Deep Cover
  Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel