conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Dance on the Moon with the following description: There must be a full moon coming up, as this week has seen seen a sudden influx of lunar-themed jams. Coming on the heels of SkyBlew‘s Sun to Moon, Wow and The Procussions’ Moon and Back, the latest feature from Travi$ Scott sees him hopping a space shuttle to go Dance on the Moon. Of course, he’s not making the trip alone; Brooklyn electro-pop phenom Theophilus London and H-Town mainstay Paul Wall assist on the guest tip, joining the headliner over his own synth-driven boardwork. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Theophilus London]
  Where the weather is warm
  [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
  Moonlight move when a nigga dance
  Peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance
  Had to leave home wasn't working out
  Kiss moms for me if you get a chance
  Walk the streets where I stay
  Niggas give me daps and pounds they can't wait
  In the moonlight, you can't see my eyes
  And when I'm off the things I can't think
  Man I been coasting the coast
  Swear a young nigga done been through the most
  Washing my mind out with dope
  Shit real, but you know a nigga can't choke
  When they recognize a real nigga still
  Ride with me, down with me, say he a float
  And all my real niggas sitting in the VIP
  Shoving champagne through the next girl throat
  [Chorus: Theophilus London]
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  We could fly, and go straight to the moon
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
  Where the weather is warm and we forever live long [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
  Lost in the moonlight, run through the moonlight, who knew?
  Cop lights, no lights, 'cause the bills they was overdue
  Now a skinny iggy nigga got fits from the runway
  Taking trips to the side of the moon
  Had to take trips to define my peace
  But I got a little feeling it might be in that tomb
  I like my weed a little cheese, roll that that a little thick
  Better watch your toke, you don't wanna choke
  Better let that jack roll down your neck
  I'm on some popular shit, come look in my eyes and get a fix
  We just gon' cruise hit the brews, lay back don't worry 'bout shit
  It might get rowdy 'cause all the freaky models wanna party
  All the freaky models in the lobby, it's so obvious that they lobbyist
  Man it can't be realer, me and my niggas in the villa
  She in that white dress it can't fit her
  Sweet not bitter, drink like you got no liver
  Hit it and she on the moon my nigga
  [Chorus: Theophilus London]
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  We could fly, and go straight to the moon
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
  Where the weather is warm and we forever live long [Verse 3: Paul Wall]
  Paul Wall, two cups,
   hold up, hold up
  I'm headed to the moon 'cause the world screwed up
  Like the city, I grew up so
  I'm pouring up a co-cup, 'bout to get tore up
  Got a Xanax crushed up
  If you spill my cup, it'll get you fucked up
  Pull up to the moon with the trunk up
  Gettin' sucked up with three blunts rolled up
  Smoke all three at the same time: call that triple OG
  In the triple D, I'm full when I'm on E, you don't know nothing 'bout me
  Backwood feel with a Compton tree
  Getting full of that oil, I got gas and grease
  Three lines poured up in the big East
  Baptized a blunt but I ain't no priest
  Peach Ciroc with a Norco
  , 
  piece of hash and my trippy sticks
  OG wax on a bone with a skillet, me and Paskel been doing that shit
  Def' rocking link, what you know about this
  Baby Bash came through with the kush assist
  Percocet ten and a soma twist on the moon
  Getting higher than a bitch and I'm doing my dance
  [Chorus: Theophilus London]
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  We could fly, and go straight to the moon
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
  Where the weather is warm and we forever live long