conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Rock Star with the following description: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZoOHy-4v5g&index=35&list=WL
  Straight from Chamillionaires album The Ultimate Victory. He and Lil Wayne talk about their lives being similar in that of a rock star’s. They even go as far as to compare themselves to Nirvana,  Red Hot Chili Peppers and even the late great Elvis Presley.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Chamillionaire]
  Rockstar, rockstar (Rock on)
  Rockstar (Rock on), it's rock 'n' roll (Rock on)
  I got ladies that love my ladies, haters that hate my haters
  I'm a Chamillionaire, but got billionaires for my neighbors (Rock on!)
  [Bridge 1: Chamillionaire]
  I been had the paper, I been had the stacks
  The crowd screaming loud in every city on the map
  Got the groupies going crazy, they don't know how to act
  I bring them backstage and tell 'em, "Baby, just relax"
  [Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
  Rock on! They see the jewels is so sick, like flu spit and flu cough
  Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tuned off
  Keep the four-iron near, keep on thinking that it's for golf (What)
  Nickel plate on your head, silverware's food for thoughts
  The Grammy winner—the haters is like, "How could this happen?" (How?)
  On the red carpet so much, they mistake me for Aladdin (Wow)
  How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rockstar?
  If I'm near, you can believe the black card is not far
  Teen spirit ain't what they smelling; they yelling, "Where that Nirvana?"
  The crowd is rocking and rolling them Swishers full of marijuana (Huh)
  They judging me like your honor
  , your daughter's here with her mama
  They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna (Woo)
  Famous look right at me and said, “Know why I got my lighter up?" (Why?)
  Just like the throwback P. Diddy alias (I'ma puff)
  See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us
  Do like Michael Jackson's complexion, mister, and lighten up (Ha-ha!) [Chorus: Chamillionaire]
  Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar
  I got them screaming loud as they can scream and coming out bras daily (Daily)
  Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar
  She's saying she's in love with me, and she is probably your lady
  [Bridge 2: Chamillionaire]
  Like a rock star (Lady), like a rock star (Lady)
  Ladies love it when your living like a rock star (Baby)
  Catch me getting into trouble (Baby) like it's my job (Baby)
  Well, at least until the cops come—then I'ma (Rock on!)
  [Bridge 1: Chamillionaire & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  I been had the paper, I been had the stacks
  The crowd screaming loud in every city on the map (
  Chamili... tary!
  )
  Got the groupies going crazy, they don't know how to act
  (And now, Mr. Young Money himself, 
  Lil Weezy! Baby!
  )
  I bring them backstage and tell 'em, "Baby, just relax" (
  Hahahaha
  )
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & 
  Chamillionaire
  ]
  Rock and roll fly; bitch, behold I
  I am the shit: Hear the commode cry
  Hear the guitar scream; that double-R lean
  And if it's for me, then, it's foreign, ha!
  I mean my cars, I mean my clothes
  I mean my hoes, I mean my flows
  You try sniffin' 'round me, then I'ma clean your nose
  Step into the line of fire: jalapeño toes
  Compared to Bigfoot, you just twinkletoes
  I get your girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes
  Rockstar like money, drugs, freaky hoes
  World tours, walk-throughs and TV shows
  My hair's out (
  Hey
  ), no shirt (
  Hey
  )
  I stage-dive (
  Rock, rock
  ), I crowd-surf (
  Hey
  )
  I'm a Hot Boy (
  Hey
  ), I'm on my hot shit (
  Rock, rock
  )
  Reporting to you live from the moshpit [Chorus: Chamillionaire]
  Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar
  I got them screaming loud as they can scream and coming out bras daily (Daily)
  Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar
  She's saying she's in love with me, and she is probably your lady
  [Bridge 2: Chamillionaire]
  Like a rockstar (Lady), like a rockstar (Lady)
  Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar (Baby)
  Catch me getting into trouble (Baby) like it's my job (Baby)
  Well, at least until the cops come—then I'ma (Rock on!)
  [Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
  I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so fly
  Groupies telling me like a spy, the ground be telling me that I'm fly
  The crowds see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I
  Got Mother Nature so jealous, she knockin' pigeons out the sky (Why?)
  Can't help it, I got 'em rocking they pelvic—
  Bones and losing clothes, the higher my album sales get
  They love me—that's right, you nailed it; they treatin' me like I'm Elvis
  Naked pictures she mailed, she licked on a stamp and melt it, ha
  So save your rap for the rookies, 'cause it ain't no rappers here
  A show you do in a club is a show we do in the amphitheater
  We packing stadiums; ladies come in, I'll introduce you
  It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like Lollapalooza
  We outshinin' the losers (Hey), know I ride with the Ruger (Hey)
  You know I'ma produce a weapon upside your medulla (Hey)
  Got no time to seduce a Superhead type of seducer
  Groupies trying to snake me, but Koopa denying Medusas (Ha-ha!) [Chorus: Chamillionaire]
  Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar
  I got them screaming loud as they can scream and coming out bras daily (Daily)
  Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar
  She's saying she's in love with me, and she is probably your lady
  [Bridge 2: Chamillionaire]
  Like a rockstar (Lady), like a rockstar (Lady)
  Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar (Baby)
  Catch me getting into trouble (Baby) like it's my job (Baby)
  Well, at least until the cops come—then I'ma—
  [Outro: Chamillionaire]
  (Rock on) Rock, rock
  (Rock on) Rock, rock
  We gonna keep on rocking and rolling until the wheels fall off, know what I'm talking about?
  Chamillitary, man! Young Money
  We the new Red Hot Chili Peppers
  We on fire, sold-out arenas
  Tearing up tour-buses
  You know how we get down
  Rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up
  Tryna get that Ozzy Osborne paper, man
  I'mma throw a pool party
  Me and the Playboy bunnies gonna be swimming in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck
  You're invited if you can swim
  Ha, rock on