conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Nothin’ On You with the following description: This song is off of the mixtape Extra Lasers. It uses the beat of B.o.B.’s song by the same name.  The song was originally slated for B.o.B’s Atlantic Records label mate, Lupe Fiasco. Producer Jim Jonsin, who signed B.o.B to his Rebel Rock imprint, told MTV News that he was responsible for redirecting the record to his artist. “I was actually working on a session in Chung King [Studios], and [Atlantic Records chairman] Craig Kallman called me during that session with that particular track, to work on it for Lupe Fiasco,” Jonsin said. “I told Craig, ‘I like the song a lot. It’s a smash and could be somebody’s single. But it’s not Lupe’s record. I need this record for B.o.B. Please give this record to B.o.B’ I guess they went through whoever they went through, convinced whoever they needed to, and it got to B.o.B.”
  In this song Lupe uses an extended metaphor in a manner like Common’s “I Used to Love H.E.R.”. Lupe sings three verses apparently to a woman he’s in love with, until the last line of the third verse where he states “I take the rap, they got nothin on you”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Bruno Mars]
  Beautiful girls, all over the world
  I could be chasin' but my time would be wasted
  They got nothin' on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
  Nothin' on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
  They might say hi, and I might say hey
  But you shouldn't worry, about what they say
  Cause they got nothing' on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
  Nothin' on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
  [Lupe Fiasco]
  You already know where my heart be at
  Tempo that my heart beat at, boom boom
  That for you, for real, for truth
  There's never been trivial pursuit
  May look like a sedan man but I'm really just a coupe
  Now that's two, so they can't fit, there's no room
  And there's no roof, so there's no limitation
  Limitless, since it's initiation
  And to the crew, seed sown, then it grew
  Was a pilot now we in syndication
  And every time we show up this Pay-Per-View
  Or the news, you're my satellite, that Youtube (tell 'er!)
  [Hook] [Lupe Fiasco]
  On my microphone hustle, stay behind the bar
  And I thought I could never be imprisoned
  This the story of how you caught me slippin'
  That's right, locked up abroad
  You remain, they mirage, they collapse, we collage
  We stick together like we starting fires
  Thick as thieves, pick pockets at large
  Kinda like lame miserab's
  But we don't play, Broadway's for the stars
  She's venus, and me's mars, so we like on a whole 'nother chart
  Surreal, it's like a whole 'nother art
  Hanging at the moment, and we got our names on the A-train cars
  Like freedom meets cars, coming down banging knocking pictures off the walls
  [Hook: Bruno Mars]
  [Lupe Fiasco]
  So what more? Further I could go into
  But what for? We're already killing them
  We're like Williams and Woods on tour
  Now that's love above par, ooh
  I just love to love ya'll, you're my power
  My peace, my elegant flowers
  No matter what the world is coming to
  I take the rap, they got nothin' on…you [Lupe Talking Over Hook]
  Heh..you know what I'm sayin'?
  I mean, temptation is a mother
  But you're like none other
  They can't compare
  's why I'm here, you know?
  It's like FOR-ever, that's like a long time (haha)
  Yeah, the vibrations are very nice on this one
  Lupe, let's go…PEACE!