conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 90210 with the following description: “90210” is the 5th track from Travis Scott’s debut album Rodeo and his self-professed favorite song on the album.
  “90210” is the postal code for Beverly Hills. On the track, Travis waxes lyrical about the different people living there, notably a “porn star girl” who prostitutes herself to pay for her lifestyle and Travis' drug use.
  About halfway through the song the beat switches up quite a lot. Travis starts rapping about himself in the first person, in contrast to the first part of the song. Part 2 is also notable for sampling Kanye West’s “Family Business”.
  Travis described the overall sound behind the song as trying to capture:
  the vibe from when I travel from Texas to L.A…this song is kinda like the vibe, it’s not aggressive, but it’s kinda like the drug.
  On August 18th, 2016, almost a full year after the release of Rodeo and this song, Travis released the music video. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Part I]
  [Intro: Travis Scott, 
  Chantel Jeffries
   & 
  Kacy Hill
  ]
  (
  Dean, what's poppin'? Hahahahaha. Yo, Travis
  )
  Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
  Mama's mailin' out that blow, cravin' 9021—
  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
  [Verse 1: Travis Scott & 
  Chantel Jeffries
  ]
  She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
  (
  Honestly, God bless
  )
  Who left her hometown world all for that alley
  Ooh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
  (
  I hope it was wet like my jumper, though
  )
  Ooh, used to take the long way home
  Long way home, all for that candy
   (
  Hahahahaha
  ,
   mhm)
  [Chorus: Kacy Hill]
  Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow
  Do, do, do
  Do, do
  [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
  Jacques turned La Flame, now he rollin' on an Addy
  Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy
  Ooh, he might pop him a pill, pop him a seal
  Pop anyone, pop anything
  Pop anything to find that alley
  Mhm, yeah, to find that alley (Mhm) [Chorus: Kacy Hill]
  Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow
  Do, do, do
  Do, do
  [Segue: Travis Scott, 
  Kacy Hill
   & 
  Chantel Jeffries
  ]
  In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley
  In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley, ooh
  It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roamin' in that alley
  (
  Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow
  )
  Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley
  (
  Do, do, do
  )
  (
  Do, do
  )
  Ooh, ahh
  (
  I gotta tell ya
  )
  [Part II]
  [Intro: Travis Scott]
  (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
  (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
  (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
  Ooh-ooh
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  Yeah [Verse: Travis Scott]
  My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard
  I'm worried you forget about me"
  (
  All, all, all
  )
  I'm fallin' in and out of clouds
  Don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
  What happened? Now my daddy happy
  Mama called me up, that money comin' and she love me
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  I done made it now, I done found life's meanin' now
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now
  Friends turnin' into fraud niggas
  Practicin' half the passion, you niggas packaged different
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch
  Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
  Smilin' at 'em laughin' at me
  I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitch
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  All of this off of rappin', should've wrote this in Latin, yeah-yeah
  (
  All, all, all thang, thang
  )
  Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
  I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
  Cuzzo said we hit the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four
  He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
  Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down"
  Now you know you love your own now
  Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down
  I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
  Whole crew, I swear they countin' on me
  Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
  Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
  Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm stylin' on 'em
  Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
  I'm drivin' too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
  Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order
  My mom's biggest supporter, so now a nigga support a nigga [Outro: Travis Scott]
  (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
  (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)