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[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Forgot About You with the following description: “Forgot About You” speaks of feeling indifferent about someone who the singer used to look up to or admire. Now, the singer has utterly forgotten him/her.\nFrontman Ryan Tedder, during an Apple Music interview, talks more about the song’s concept:\nThis is a rare instance where I was really irritated with somebody, another person in the music industry, who was threatening to sue me over the absolute most inane, outrageously ridiculous claim on Earth. I said, ‘Man, I forgot he existed until this email.’ I’ve never actually written a kiss-off record, just like literally, ‘Bye.’ And that’s what it is. It is what it sounds like. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about what you said\nI forgot about what you did\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about everything\nAnd I ain't lookin' back your way\nI forgot about you\n[Verse 1]\nI would run through fire for you even if it tore me up\nKill myself to satisfy you, but it was never good enough\nEvery time I needed you to catch me, you would always let me fall\nSo love me, hate me, burn me, blame me\nI don't really care at all\n[Chorus]\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about what you said\nI forgot about what you did\nI forgot about you ('Bout you)\nI forgot about you (Woo)\nI forgot about everything\nAnd I ain't lookin' back your way\nI forgot about you (Yeah, yeah)\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about what you said\nI forgot about what you did\nI forgot about you ('Bout you)\nI forgot about you (Woo)\nI forgot about everything\nAnd I ain't lookin' back your way\nI forgot about you, 'bout you, 'bout you, 'bout you [Verse 2]\nI thought that I would die without you\nBut now I'm feeling more alive\nI hope you're out there dancing somewhere\nBut that would be another lie\nAnd I feel like maybe I should thank you if you ever try to call\nSo love me, hate me, burn me, blame me\nI don't really care at all (I don't really care)\n[Chorus]\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about what you said\nI forgot about what you did\nI forgot about you ('Bout you)\nI forgot about you (Woo)\nI forgot about everything\nAnd I ain't lookin' back your way\nI forgot about you (Yeah, yeah)\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about what you said\nI forgot about what you did\nI forgot about you ('Bout you)\nI forgot about you (Woo)\nI forgot about everything\nAnd I ain't lookin' back your way\nI forgot about you, 'bout you, 'bout you, 'bout you [Bridge]\nI finally see the things I used to never see before\nThought you were everything until I knew I needed more\nI wished you well, I walked away, so what you waiting for?\nWhat you waiting for?\n[Chorus]\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about what you said\nI forgot about what you did\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about you (Woo)\nI forgot about everything\nAnd I ain't lookin' back your way\nI forgot about you (You, you, you)\nI forgot about you\nI forgot about what you said\nI forgot about what you did\nI forgot about you ('Bout you)\nI forgot about you (Woo)\nI forgot about everything\nAnd I ain't lookin' back your way\nI forgot about you, 'bout you, 'bout you, 'bout you\n[Outro]\n(You)\nForgot about you, 'bout you, 'bout you" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called So Many Styles with the following description: In November 2003, The Source magazine held a press conference where they tried to paint Eminem as a racist by playing two racially-charged Eminem songs they dug up from the late ‘80s or early '90s that had not been released to the public.\nThis is the first of the two songs they played, and it’s purportedly from 1993.\nThey put snippets on a CD that they included with the February issue of the magazine, released in early January 2004.\nEminem apologized for the other track, “Oh Foolish Pride,”, but Eminem’s manager, Paul Rosenberg, said neither he nor Eminem had “heard or heard of” this song.\nHowever, in “Step Right Up,” Em raps about finding it hard to be forgiven for a “racist tape” and saying “N-I-G-G-A, when I was a teenager.” “Oh Foolish Pride” is racist, but the n-word was only said in this song, so that may be the only time he commented on this song. (Yet, technically if this song is from 1993 as MTV News reported, Em would’ve been 20 or 21.)\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse]\nKick a hypest lyric every time I run up on a track\nYou know I'm not wack, you have to step back\n'Cause if you don't, I'll prove that I'm the mac\nEvery time I kick a lyric tune it to two-ninety-five\nYo', do you find me live?\nIf you don't then that's all right, 'cause I'll just grab the microphone\nAnd I just got to get so hype when I speak in a hyper tone\nThere's so many styles I might get thrown, and here's a place where I like to roam\nAnd all the girls that I like to bone\nHave the big butts, no they don't, 'cause I don't like that nigga shit\nI'm just here to make a bigger hit\nWhen I be kickin' the hypest dopest rhymes\nJust say that Eminem is the best MC in of all times\nYeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Heartbeat with the following description: It’s one of the hardest, most tragic situations a woman — and family can endure. Now, as part of her HBO documentary, Life Is But a Dream, Beyonce opened up about her miscarriage with husband Jay-Z.\n“About two years ago, I was pregnant for the first time. And I heard the heartbeat, which was the most beautiful music I ever heard in my life,” she recalled.\n“I picked out names, I envisioned what my child would look like. I was feeling very maternal,” she said.\nUnfortunately, the early stages of pregnancy can be fraught with risks. Beyonce lost her baby.\n“I flew back to New York to get my check-up — and no heartbeat. Literally the week before I went to the doctor, everything was fine, but there was no heartbeat.”\nBeyonce took to the studio shortly after to record some new material that she described as “the saddest song I’ve ever written in my life”, but found it was also “the best form of therapy for me, because it was the saddest thing I’ve ever been through”.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I guess love just wasn't enough for us to survive\nI swear, I swear, I swear I tried\nYou took the life right out of me\nI'm so unlucky I can't breathe\nYou took the life right out of me, me, me, me\nI'm longing for your heartbeat\nHeartbeat, heartbeat" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Just Let Go with the following description: “Just Let Go” serves as the third single from Joyner and Chris' collaborative project, Angels & Demons. The track has a pop vibe, and is musically different to their previous rap-centered releases, “Stranger Things” and “I Don’t Die.”\nThe single was first announced on Instagram with a release date of January 22nd. However, due to Chris' detainment in Paris over an alleged rape, the release was postponed. On January 27th, Joyner shared a snippet of the music video via Instagram. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Joyner Lucas]\nYeah (Yeah)\n[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]\nWay, it's your way\nPour some drinks, just a couple (Hol' up)\nI know you been through pain\nDid some things I can't undo (Joyner)\nYou don't need no stress, let me take away your troubles (Yeah, yeah)\nYou gon' make me call my ex and let her know how much I love you, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)\nI love your peace of mind (Yeah)\nI love your conscious, ain't no options\nMy apple meets the eyes (Hol' up)\nAin't no stoppin', damn, my heart's been back and forth\nTrapped and bored inside a magic floor, behind a padded door (Yeah)\nAll my emotions in the attic stored, inside the bag of orbs, in the cabin drawer\nAnd you wonder why a nigga playin' hard to get (So hard to get)\nThat shit's hard to fix\nI just want peace and some common sense\nAnd I ain't really into the arguin'\nSo I hope you not upset (Yeah, yeah)\nI know you not done yet (Yeah, yeah)\nAnd I know you like drunk sex (Yeah, yeah)\nI hope you ain't cum yet (Haha)\nYou wanna hop up on me like dubstep\nThen pop up on me like drug tests\nBut I'm livin' and I learn how to love less\nWanna hit me where it hurts like a cup check\nOh, damn that's painful (Woo), that's okay then (Woo)\nYou're my future (Woo), That's So Raven\nThat's amazing, we divine\nLemme free your soul, lemme ease your mind [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nBaby, hit me up and call me any time\nDon't be restless, let your problems be my problems\nI don't mind it\nPut your panties and your pride to the side\nWant you to fuck with me (Alright)\nOpen the door on your side\nYou ain't gotta keep on fightin'\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nJust let go-o-o-o-o-o\nAnd enjoy your time here\nYou better not go-o-o-o-o-o-o\nNever leave, never leave\nYou ain't listenin', no\nGirl, I ain't whisperin', come on\nThis ain't no whistlin' shit, no, no\nGuess I'ma yell a little louder\nNow can you hear me?\n'Cause you ain't listenin'\n[Verse 2: Chris Brown]\nWhy you gotta do it the hard way?\nYou don't wanna smoke, no pressure\n'Cause I'm gon' do it my way\nI was tryna love you better\nGirl, I know you've been hurt before\nYou been treated bad, you been taken advantage of\nI know, I know I drive you crazy, babe\nI curse you out, I don't mean what I say\nAnd I can't get how you keep kickin' me out\nYou just need me now\nYou worried 'bout sex, I be weedin' 'em out\nMake 'em fear me now\nAnd I make a change, I pull up in that Wraith\nAll this ice, so the bitches just put on the skates\nTitanic, that diamond, I put in safe\nHit an iceberg and climate's just be in the heat\nHey, damn, my love's enormous, leave when I'm performin'\nNot scared of heights, I'm soarin'\nAnd you know now I'm woke, bitch [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nBaby, hit me up and call me any time\nDon't be restless, let your problems be my problems\nI don't mind it\nPut your panties and your pride to the side\nWant you to fuck with me (Alright)\nOpen the door on your side\nYou ain't gotta keep on fightin'\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nJust let go-o-o-o-o-o\nAnd enjoy your time here\nYou better not go-o-o-o-o-o-o\nNever leave, never leave\nYou ain't listenin', no\nGirl, I ain't whisperin', come on\nThis ain't no whistlin' shit, no, no\nGuess I'ma yell a little louder\nNow can you hear me?\n'Cause you ain't listenin'\n[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]\nYou ain't listenin' (Hol' up, hol' up)\nYou ain't heard me (What? What?)\nYou don't get it (Hol' up, hol' up)\nYou concern me (Yeah, yeah)\nWe just different, we in love, but we be searchin' (Yeah, yeah)\nYou be trippin', I be buggin', we ain't perfect, yeah (What? What?)\nI love your peace of mind (Woo)\nI love your conscious, ain't no options\nMy apple meets the eyes (Woo)\nAin't no stoppin', damn, my heart's been back and forth (Back and forth)\nYeah, back and forth, side to side\nYou ain't listenin', we alright, lemme free your soul\nLemme ease your mind [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nBaby, hit me up and call me any time\nDon't be restless, let your problems be my problems\nI don't mind it\nPut your panties and your pride to the side\nWant you to fuck with me (Alright)\nOpen the door on your side\nYou ain't gotta keep on fightin'\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nJust let go-o-o-o-o-o\nAnd enjoy your time here\nYou better not go-o-o-o-o-o-o\nNever leave, never leave\nYou ain't listenin', no\nGirl, I ain't whisperin', come on\nThis ain't no whistlin' shit, no, no\nGuess I'ma yell a little louder\nNow can you hear me?\n'Cause you ain't listenin'" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called We’re Good with the following description: On “We’re Good,” Dua Lipa fantasizes about an amicable breakup with her partner. The track strays away from Dua’s usual electro-pop sound and dives into a more tropical one. “We’re Good” is the third single for the Moonlight Edition of Dua’s sophomore album, Future Nostalgia.\nThe music video was released on February 12, 2021, and features Dua as a singer on a passenger ship, and tells the “love story” between two lobster. The video prominently makes visual references to the 1997 blockbuster-epic “Titanic.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI'm on an island, even when you're close\nCan't take the silence, I'd rather be alone\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI think it's pretty plain and simple, we gave it all we could\nIt's time I wave goodbye from the window\nLet's end this like we should and say we're good\n[Chorus]\nWe're not meant to be, like sleeping and cocaine\nSo let's at least agree to go our separate ways\nNot gonna judge you when you're with somebody else\nAs long as you swear you won't be pissed when I do it myself\nLet's end it like we should and say we're good\n[Verse 2]\nNo need to hide it, go get what you want\nThis won't be a burden if we both don't hold a grudge\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI think it's pretty plain and simple, we gave it all we could\nIt's time I wave goodbye from the window\nLet's end this like we should and say we're good\n[Chorus]\nWe're not meant to be, like sleeping and cocaine\nSo let's at least agree to go our separate ways\nNot gonna judge you when you're with somebody else\nAs long as you swear you won't be pissed when I do it myself\nLet's end it like we should and say we're good [Bridge]\nNow you're holding this against me like I knew you would\nI'm trying my best to make this easy\nSo don't give me that look, just say we're good\n[Chorus]\nWe're not meant to be, like sleeping and cocaine\n(Like sleeping and cocaine)\nSo let's at least agree to go our separate ways\n(To go our separate ways, oh)\nNot gonna judge you when you're with somebody else\nAs long as you swear you won't be pissed when I do it myself\nLet's end it like we should and say we're good" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day with the following description: “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day” is a musical adaptation of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem “Christmas Bells”. Composer Johnny Marks wrote the arrangement, which was then recorded by Bing Crosby, who used verses 1, 2, 6 and 7 of the original poem. Crosby’s version became a hit, and Marks' composition has since been used for over 60 notable commercial recordings.\nPrior to Marks and Crosby’s version, the standard version of “I Heard the Bells…” was a composition written by John Baptiste Calkin as early as 1848, and set to Longfellow’s words in 1872. Calkin’s version is considered the “traditional” version, while Marks' version is the version typically used by modern pop artists.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Joy to the world\nLet earth receive her King\nI heard the bells on Christmas day\nTheir old familiar carols play\nAnd wide and sweet the words repeat\nOf peace on earth, good will to man\nI thought as now this day had come\nThe belfries of all Christendom\nHad rung so long the unbroken song\nOf peace on earth, good will to man\nAnd in despair I bowed my head\nThere is no peace on earth I said\nFor hate is strong and marks the song\nOf peace on earth, good will to man\nThen pealed the bells more loud and deep\nGod is not dead nor does he sleep\nThe wrong shall fail, the right prevail\nWith peace on earth, good will to man" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Re-Up with the following description: \nThis is Eminem’s 6th song on his collab album “Eminem Presents: The Re-Up” in which he appears alongside 50 Cent. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Eminem]\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck\nBoom boom chuck\n, we should do something like that, yeah (Yeah!)\n[Chorus: 50 Cent]\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! (Haha)\nBoom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up! (Woo!)\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!\nBoom boom chuck, b-boom—Shady!\n[Verse 1: Eminem]\nThere's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this\nAnd it's the most sinister duo in the business\nOnce again, it's the illest and realest killas\nThe most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice\nDrop them zeros and get with these heroes\nDo you want losers or winners? This music is in us, and it's\nNot over till we say it's finished and G-Unit Spinners\nWill keep spinnin', this is hip-hop when it's in it's\nTruest form, the greatest, \nhate us or love us\nMake voodoo dolls of us and keep sticking them pins in us\nThick as his skin is or as short as his wick is\nThe trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is\nAnd as sick as his music is, or was, still is\nWhatever, forever, he will be the illest\nTo ever sh-shock the world, what to do next?\nHe's already reconciled with his {\nex\n}\nA chainsaw and an axe\nChoke a bitch to death, strangle her neck\nWhile we have sex, while Bill Clinton plays the sax\nI sprays the facts, yeah, bring Shady on back\nThe maniac of rap, \ndevil baby on crack\nResurrect? I never left, baby, I'm bad\nI've gone mad, my comrade Dre's the automatic\nSays I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that\nI may be off drugs, but it's made me off-track (\n*Bl-la-la*\n)\nIn fact, this right here very well could be the last rap\nI ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that\nFuck it, I quit, suck on a dick, jackass\nI'm done with this whack-ass rap, \nkiss my black ass! [Break: Eminem]\n(Yes)\n50 Cent\n[Verse 2: 50 Cent]\nNah, Em, tell them to kiss my Black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts\nMy bullet wounds, my beauty marks,\n the fif'll tear your ass apart\nI came in this game crushing motherfuckers from the start\nShady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch\nDifferent day, nothing change, it's the same shit, trick (Uh-huh)\nTeflon wrapped on, 'case I get clapped on (Oh!)\nD's searching the whip, glad I left the MAC home\nStill grinding, still shining, nigga, Lord knows\nYou rocking with the kid to spit sicker sick flows (Woo!)\nI carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it (Haha)\nNow I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it\nEvery day Dre day,\n front and cause a melee\nTurn the town upside down with a frown upside down\nI smile through something foul, and watch my money pile\nI'm fucking with straight stacks, I'm kicking you straight facts\nI hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back! (Now...)\n[Chorus: 50 Cent & \nEminem\n]\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!\nBoom boom chuck, go 'head front, get fucked up!\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!\nBoom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up! (Now...)\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!\nBoom boom chuck, I hit your ass up!\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!\nBoom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up! (\nYeah!\n)\nBoom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!\nBoom boom chuck, (\nIt's the Re-Up!\n)\nShady..." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called POPSTAR with the following description: “POPSTAR” is one of the dual lead singles—along with “GREECE”—from DJ Khaled’s twelfth studio album, KHALED KHALED. Both tracks feature Drake and are Khaled’s first releases since his May 2019 album, Father of Asahd.\nOn the song, Drake likens himself to a pop star and the lifestyle that comes with being one—girls calling him nonstop, sporting credit cards with high spending limits, and buying large numbers of expensive watches. He also name-drops pop singers Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber, adding to the “pop star” theme of the song.\nOn June 30, 2020, Khaled and Drake both posted pictures of owls—the symbol of Drake’s OVO Sound imprint—teasing a possible collaboration between them. On July 15, 2020—two days before the song’s official release—Khaled posted the song’s release date and cover art on his Instagram account.\nOn September 4, 2020, the song’s official music video was released. Justin Bieber, who’s mentioned in the song, makes a cameo in the video and acts as a stand-in for Drake. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: DJ Khaled & \nDrake\n]\nBitches\nWe The Best Music\nAnother one (\nYeah\n)\nDJ Khaled\n[Chorus: Drake]\nBitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop\nFrom the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah\nCops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah\nI'm a popstar, not a doctor\nBitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop\nFrom the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah\nCops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah\nI'm a popstar, not a doctor\n[Verse 1: Drake]\nAyy, shawty with the long text, I don't talk, ayy\nShawty with the long legs, she don't walk, ayy\nYeah, last year, I kept it on the tuck, ayy\n2020, I came to fuck it up, yeah\nI want a long life, a legendary one (Yeah)\nI want a quick death (Yeah), and an easy one (Yeah)\nI want a pretty girl (Yeah), and an honest one (Yeah)\nI want this drink (Yeah), and another one, yeah\nAnd I'm troublesome, yeah\nI'm a popstar, but this shit ain't bubblegum, yeah\nYou would probably think my manager is Scooter Braun, yeah\nBut my manager with twenty hoes in Buddakan, yeah, ayy\nLook, Ariana, Selena, my Visa\nIt can take as many charges as it needs to, my girl\nThat shit platinum just like all of my releases, my girl\nNiggas come for me, I tear them all to pieces, my girl\nI'ma show your sexy ass what relief is, my girl\nPlease don't take no shit that's 'bout to have you geekin'\nAnd I'm not drivin' nothin' that I gotta stick the keys in\nWonder how I got this way? I swear I got the [Chorus: Drake]\nBitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop\nFrom the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah\nCops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah\nI'm a popstar, not a doctor\nBitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop\nFrom the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah\nCops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah\nI'm a popstar, not a doctor\n[Verse 2: Drake]\nI'm a popstar, not a doctor, watch her\nSay she rep a whole different block, so I blocked her\nBusy at the crib, cookin' salmon with the lobster\nIf we talkin' joints, it's just me and David Foster\nBodyguards don't look like Kevin Costner, you tweakin'\nJust pulled up to Whitney Houston, Texas for the evenin'\nThey tell the same story so much, they start to believe it\nThe ones that start like, \"Drizzy's shit was cool, but we even\"\nMan, how the fuck?\nTwo, four, six, eight watches, factory, so they appreciate\nCrown in my hand and I'm really playin' keep-away\nShit don't even usually get this big without a Bieber face\nNaw, naw, piece of cake, naw, naw, Turks and Caic', yeah, yeah\nGo and get your friends, we can sneak away, yeah, yeah\nYeah, I keep a, like I keep the faith\nWonder how I got this way? Swear I got the [Chorus: Drake]\nBitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop\nFrom the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah\nCops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah\nI'm a popstar, not a doctor\nBitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop\nFrom the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah\nCops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah\nI'm a popstar, not a doctor" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Heart Part 1 with the following description: This is the first installment in what has become known as Kendrick’s “The Heart Series.”\nIt samples Mos Def’s song “UMI Says” from his debut album Black On Both Sides, released in 1999. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nUh\nA lil' Compton nigga\nJust a lil' Compton nigga\nOne time for my niggas\nYou know Compton, nigga\nJust a lil' Compton nigga, uh\nUh, Kendrick Lamar, uh\n[Verse]\nYo, uh, back with a vengeance\nBack with my heart and I'm venting\nBack with another war pendant, salute me or shoot me\nI never wore a kufi, ignore my religion\nI believe there's one God, there's one love\nAnd I believe if I fly, we all doves\nI make a way for my people to see the light\nBrighter than yellow bones\nMe and my microphone could be one\nUntil I see BIG, Pac, see Pun but this ain't Eazy\nI can't take a Big L, my city needs me, I gotta win\nThe proof is in the pudding\nAnd I been fucking with Cosby since I was ten, you damn right\nAny means necessary, get the campaign right\nVery emotional I'm a Gemini, I love hard and I fight harder\n, a born author\nA born starter, in the game for real\nAnd the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father\nYou can't learn if mistakes ain't made\nYou gotta pay your homage in order to get paid\nYou gotta pay attention in order to pay dues\nAnd you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' Jews\nLifestyles of the young and the broke\nWith my hand under oath, I recite these quotes\nAnd if I ever lie then I die where I stand as a pest not a man but a roach and a rat\nIn order to see the front, I had to play the back\nWe played our position, we let y'all play y'all self, y'all made y'all decision\nWe pray while we prey on competition\nTo flip another page of Corinthians\nI see stars when I write these sentences\nWords crash cars when I write these sentences\nOpen jail bars for my niggas' life sentences\nFree J-Dove, kill all witnesses\nY'all better hope 2012 really real, cause the way I feel I'ma make y'all suffer\nAnd take y'all supper\nI haven't ate in the last 22 summers and I'm 22 now it's about to go down\nSo en garde, my God we got these \nartists in awe\nOh, I'm free\nFinally I can say I'm me\nThe Kendrick Lamar EP, classic EP\nThe question concerns\nI dropped it and gave the whole world my germs\nHope y'all infected\nHope y'all ain't have no protection\nStill I'm progressing, room for improvement\nMake room for the groom married to his music\nI was at the XXL just trying to excel\nNetworking, meanwhile my stomach turning\nWanted to be a part of it cater it to my audience\nJ. Cole runnin' late\nIf he don't show up, think I can take his place\nLadies start laughing\nNo pun intended I ain't being sarcastic\nHomie popped up with about twenty bags and\nFresh out the plane I couldn't even complain\nMy nigga was on his hustle I introduced him my name\nSaid I'll see him on the bubble in the future, my dude I salute ya\nContributing the real shit\nTalk about it make the people talk about it\nMake the world see, for every MC that I see tryna stay afloat\nTell 'em build a boat like Noah\nAnd take him to a place that I'm sure we all can blow up, boom\nI ain't a star yet but I'm gettin' close to 'em\nAnd if you see a whack artist do more than boo him\nThrow him off the banister, shoot him on camera\nThen kill his manager\nThen hang a banner up, that reads you can't proceed without bein' conceived by one album of the 90's\nOn Rosecrans where you'll find me\nAnd all my niggas is grimy\nBut I remain the good kid\nTryna make a difference where I'm from, where you live\nOh no we got to slow the city down\nI told the homeboy pump his brakes\nHe said that he rather put the pump to his face\nSawed off\nTorture, turn the saw off, its scorchin'\nHot where I'm from, the newscasters don't come\nAnother ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan I ain't done\nA baby in there with it\nShe said postpartum did it\nMolested at eleven and she always reminiscing\nWhen he was undressing said it'll only be a minute\nThat's why I I think i'm always kicking something with feeling\nI should've been a dentist\nI should've been a blizzard-cold\nFlash, pose, flash, pose, a critic paparazzi got me on my toes\nI wanna jump on him like a tad-pole, tad-pole, ass-holes\nTryna kill my dreams\nNot elevate\nThose are not my dreams, I'll be straight\nWith a little bit of passion\nAnd a drive like an Aston\nMotivation from Nipsey or Glasses, Jay Rock\nMykestro , Bad Lucc, U-N-I\nDom Kennedy, Murs and Fashawn\nLady G, Willy B in time\nI'ma blow like I'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines\nGo like I never seen a red light shine\nFlow to my heart, hit the flo' when I'm dying\nHeart of a lion, tell 'em get in line\nAnd pass the baton, I won't pass it back I ain't good at dimes\nIf the bitch bad I could pass you a dime\nHaters better duck like I'm passing a pond\nKnow I'm the king and I'm passing you pawns\nPad on the hill that's a passion of mine\nProblem is I shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights\nI'ma need two mics just to get my point across\nI'ma get my joint across, country y'all gon' want me\nP— [Outro: Sample]\n\"This is a song that makes me spill out all my guts—\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called What Does Life Mean To Me with the following description: “What Does Life Mean To Me” is the eighteenth track on Lil Wayne’s third solo album 500 Degreez released on July 23, 2002.\nThe track acts as a skit to break up the track-listing and features TQ, Birdman and Mannie Fresh discussing what life means to them. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baby! Ghetto biotch!\nWhat does life mean to me?\nCars clothes an a lot of jewelry\nWhat does life mean to me?\nA fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty\nWhat does life mean to me?\nDrinkin', pimpin' an a whole lot of weed\nWhat does life mean to me?\nEvery things right what we said, please believe me\n(Baby)\nTalkin'" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called 101 (Interlude) with the following description: In “101 (Interlude),” Chris is speeding down the U.S. Route 101 highway to hurry back to his lover. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nYou got me doin' 101 on the 101\nDon't go nowhere, baby, don't you run\nYou got me doin' 101 on the 101\nGot me speedin' for your love\n[Verse]\nI been waitin' for you all day\nStuck in traffic tryna make it to my baby\nI'm tryna go half on a baby\nJust wear that sexy shit I like and I will do you just right\nDon't you worry, help is soon on the way, yeah\nBecause I'll kiss you up, I'll lick you up\nI'll stick it up, I'll smack it up\nI'll flip it up, I'll pick you up, I'll sex you up\nI like it when you're bottom up, you're top down\nTake you down, won't fuck around\nI'll hold you down, I'ma break it down\nWhen I lay you down, yeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called White Noise with the following description: “White Noise” made its debut when Linkin Park uploaded the opening credits for the 2014 American drama Mall, a film directed and co-produced by the band’s turntablist/DJ/music video producer, Joe Hahn. The song is one of four LP contributions to the movie’s OST, and features Californian industrial metal band Deadsy’s drummer, Alec Puro. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Instrumental Intro]\n[Verse 1: Chester Bennington]\nYou've been faking it all this time\nYou left my trust on the firing line\nAs the promises break, the only mistakes\nGiving you what was mine\nYour words are clear but their meaning's gone\nThe notes are right but the tuning's wrong\nAnd when you tell me again that I should give in\nI can only take it so long, long, long, long\n[Chorus 1: Chester Bennington]\nYou're terrified, terrified\nYou'd rather throw it all away, all away, all away!\nYou're terrified, terrified\nYou'd rather throw it all away!\n[Verse 2: Chester Bennington]\nFear is dancing inside your lies\nExposing secrets that you've disguised\nAnd I'm biting my tongue as you become\nVictim of a compromise\n'Cause I know who you really are\nNot a scratch where you pretend you're scarred\nAnd it's time that you seek the truth without me\nI can only get you so far, far, far, far [Chorus 2: Chester Bennington]\nYou're terrified, terrified\nYou'd rather throw it all away, all away, all away!\nYou're terrified, terrified\nYou'd rather throw it all away!\n[Instrumental Break]\n[Bridge: Chester Bennington]\nThrow it all away, all away, way!\nThrow it all away, all away, all away, way!\nThrow it all away, all away, all away, way!\nThrow it all away, all away, all away, way!\nThrow it all away, all a—!\n[Chorus 3: Chester Bennington]\nYou're terrified, terrified\nYou'd rather throw it all away, all away, all away!\nYou're terrified, terrified\nYou'd rather throw it all away, all away, all away!\nYou're terrified, terrified\nYou'd rather throw it all away, all away, all away!\nYou're terrified, terrified\nYou'd rather throw it all away!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Draco with the following description: “Draco” refers to the Romanian shortened AK-47 assault rifle, which gained popularity in hip-hop after Soulja Boy’s several Draco-related antics, including threats to Quavo and a song about the gun.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYeah, Pluto\nYou better not raise your voice at me (You)\nYou know I got a pimp degree (You know)\nYeah, Pluto (You know)\n[Chorus]\nDraco season with the bookbag (You know)\nRat-tat got a little kickback (You)\nHundreds on hundreds got a good batch (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\n[Verse 1]\nLamborghini doors when I lift off (You)\nThey done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off (You know)\nNice little thot got a stiff arm (You)\nDid the Heisman on the ho, got the stiff arm (You know)\nFuck all that biting like Tyson or Holyfield (You)\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know)\nA couple of pills and I got my soda filled (You)\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know)\nBreak out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils (You)\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know)\nShe thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill (You)\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know)\nI've been drippin' like a God, what else? (You)\nI been dodgin' all the flage, what else? (You)\nI been fillin' up garages, what else? (You)\nI gave her her first ménage, what else? (You know)\nUh, close your eyes, eyes, eyes (You)\nI'm about to slide, slide, slide (You know)\nWonder why, why, why (You)\nI stay in the sky, sky, sky (You know)\nPink molly, let me dance with her (You)\nFreestylin', let me dance with her (You)\nSky-Dweller, it was sentimental (You)\nRose gold, it was cinnamon [Chorus]\nDraco season with the bookbag (You know)\nRat-tat got a little kickback (You)\nHundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\n[Verse 2]\nFucking my bitch by the change (Change)\nWant me to jump out the stage (Jump out the stage)\nI wanna jump in the air (Yeah)\nYou know the love ain't fair (You know)\nYou killin' then show us the proof (You know)\nI already got the juice (You)\nChain different colors like fruits, uh (Fruits)\nI like to hang out the roof (You)\nI got to train my bitches (Let's train 'em)\nI'm putting chains on my bitches\n (I'm putting chains on 'em)\nI'll pull some chain on the snitches (I'll pull some chain on the snitches)\nI'm focused, I'm back on my mission (Yeah)\nFlex on a nigga, no apologies (Flex on 'em)\nMolly off-white, done got to me (Flex on 'em)\nPlaying hockey with the ice in the Major League (Yeah)\n35 bitches at the St. Reg (Yeah)\nFall back shooter like KD (Every day)\nBack in the kitchen with the Curry (Curry)\nPullin' up with Xan', can't hurt me (Hurt me)\nPineapple drink lookin' syrupy (Syrupy)\n56 nights, I was dirty (56)\nStyrofoam cups servin' patients (Woo)\nHeard you been talkin' 'bout the kid (Kid)\nKnowin' damn well that's a flagrant (Technical)\nI cancel two bitches (Cancel 'em)\nI got me some new bitches (Got 'em, got 'em)\nCome check out how I'm living (Check out how I'm living)\nI got me some new drippy (I got me some new drip)\nI got me some new drip (Got me some new drip)\nShe ain't got nothing to do with it (Nothing to do with it)\nI'll give my bitch to you (I'll give my bitch to you)\nIf that what she mean to you (If that what she mean) [Chorus]\nDraco season with the bookbag (You know)\nRat-tat got a little kickback (You)\nHundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nDraco season with the bookbag (You know)\nRat-tat got a little kickback (You)\nHundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)\nYou ain't never ever get your bitch back\n[Verse 3]\nYacht cruisin' in the deep (For real)\nI'm twisted up, I got geeked\nMisbehaving with your freak (Misbehaving)\nCan't tell she got teeth (Damn)\nI was in her mouth like veneers\n (Yeah)\nStop comparing my career (Stop comparing)\nDesigner flooded through the crib\n (Yeah, designer)\nBentley furniture for real (Yeah, yeah)\nBought a Fendi couch for my kids (For real)\nThey just want to plug a nigga wig (Woo)\nCharge a half a mil for the gig (Yeah)\nMiddle fingers up, fuck the pigs (Yeah)\nDiamonds fallin' off me, let me jig (Yeah)\nNever falling off and never quit (Yeah)\nI retired cookin' up a brick\n (Woah)\nCertified nigga out the 6\n (Yeah)\nWho was wrapping dummies in the zone (Woah)\nI was chargin' 10 for the strong (Woah)\nKeep on goin' in on this song (Woah)\nKeep an F&N at your home\n (Woah)\nLesson learned and we moving on (Woah)\nI got Firm niggas, Al Capone\n (Yeah)\nGot my Chi' niggas on the horn (Yeah)\nDowntown Atlanta I was born (Woah)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Don’t Be Messin’ ’Round (1987 Demo) with the following description: In this track, Jackson can be heard giving instructions, vocally dictating instrumental parts, mapping out where to accent words or add percussion, scatting and ad-libbing many of the unfinished lyrics.\nThe song, initially eight minutes, would be trimmed down to the four-to-five minute range, where the new mix of “Don’t Be Messin” comes in.\nJackson continued to pull out the song again during both the Dangerous and HIStory sessions, updating its sound and adding new elements. Clearly, it was a song he liked, but ultimately it never found a home.\nThis track isn’t a groundbreaking song, however, as the vocals are only sung with partial-strength, the lyrics aren’t finished, and the production isn’t close to what it would be had it been fully realized by Jackson and Quincy Jones. Regardless, it is a solid addition to the growing list of quality Bad -era outtakes (a list that also includes “Streetwalker” and “Fly Away”). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nDa-da-da\nDa-da da-da\nDa-da-da-da\nDa-da da-da\nDa-da da-da-da\nDa-da da-da\nDa-da-da-da\nDa-da da-da-da\nDa-da\n[Verse 1]\nAre you ready for a real good time?\nAre you ready for a real good treat?\nThere'll be so much dancing, singing\nAre you the girl, meant to me\n[Chorus]\nSo don’t be messin' 'round, don’t be messin' 'round (With me)\nDon’t be messin' 'round (With me), hey, hey, hey\nSo don’t be messin' 'round, don’t be messin' 'round (With me)\nDon’t be messin' 'round (With me), hey\n[Verse 2]\nIf I started now in the deep\nThink you said this feeling is your life\nI’ll be so proud if you let me love you, girl\nLet me love you for a little while [Chorus]\nDon’t be messing around, don’t be messing around\nDon’t be messing around (With me) hey hey hey\nSo don’t be messing around, don’t be messing around\nDon’t be messing around (With me) hey\nO-ho, yeah, yeah\nO-ho, yeah, o-ho, yeah, o-ho, yeah\n[Verse 3]\nNow, she started finger-popping to the beat\nSo I said let’s get right on the floor\nShe said to keep your mind on dancing\nWon't be no romancing\nNo, no, don't mess around with me\nI ain't playing\n[Chorus]\nDon’t be messing around, don’t be messing around (with me)\nDon’t be messing around (With me) hey hey hey\nSo don’t be messing around, don’t be messing around (with me)\nDon’t be messing around (With me) hey hey\nBridge!\n[Bridge]\nDa-da-da da-da\nDa-da-da-da\nDa-da-da da-da\nDa-da-da-da\nDa-da-da da-da\nDa-da-da-da\nDa-da-da da-da [Chorus]\nBa-ba-ba-la-ba-la\nBa-ba-la-ba-la\nBa-ba-ba-la-ba-la\nBa-ba-ba-la bam\nBa-ba-ba-la-ba-la\nBa-ba-la-ba-la\nBa-ba-ba-la-ba-la\nBa-ba-ba-la bam\nChh, aah, chh, aah, chh, aah, chh, aah\nChh, aah, chh, aah, chh, aah\nChh, aah, chh, aah, chh, aah\nOoh!\nBa-la ba-ba-ba-la\nBa-la ba-ba-la\n[Chorus]\nSo don’t be messing around, don’t be messing around\nDon’t be messing around (With me) hey hey hey\nSo don’t be messing around, don’t be messing around (With me)\nDon’t be messing around (With me) hey hey\nSo don’t be messing around, don’t be messing around (With me)\nDon’t be messing around (With me) hey hey hey\nSo don’t be messing around, don’t be messing around (With me)\nDon’t be messing around (With me) hey hey [Outro]\nListen to me\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow-dow\nDow-dow-dow-dow-do-do-dow" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called It’s Been Real (Outro) with the following description: This was recorded by Eminem sometime after Proof Died in 2006, but before Relapse.\nThis is thought to be the Outro to King Mathers, which would’ve been Em’s last album(Planned to be released in 2007-2008).\nMarshall was about to retire, this track is obviously leaked though because he decided to come back to the game and never officially released it. Also, the track uses a slowed down instrumental version of “When I’m Gone.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nThanks, it's been real, I love you but I just can't deal\nWith the stress this game is giving me\nBut before I go, you know I can't close the show\nWithout no closure, so before I leave\n[Interlude]\nYeah, I just want to take the time out to basically say\nRest In Peace to Deshaun Holton, that's my heart man\nDr. Dre, for giving me the opportunity\nJust to even listen to me; to get me to this point\nI wanna thank Jimmy Iovine, Interscope, Aftermath\nEverybody in the whole Shady staff\nEverybody who’s basically supported me from day one\nPaul Rosenberg\n, \nTracy McNew\nYou know I love you guy, I couldn't do it all without you\nD12\n, \nCa$his\nYou're gonna be a beast when you get out there man\nTrust me homie, my ears don't lie to me\nWho else am I forgetting?\n Oh yeah, \nObie Trice\nBobby Creekwater, and basically, man, the whole city of Detroit\n8 Mile Road\n for makin' what I am today\nWhich basically goes back to Proof and D12\nI love you guys, man\nRunyon Ave for holdin' me down when shit got thick\nOh, it wouldn't be complete, If I didn't thank my mom, bitch\nHaha, so— [Chorus]\nThanks, it's been real, I love you but I just can't deal\nWith the stress this game is giving me\nBut before I go, you know I can't close the show\nWithout no closure, so before I leave" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called What’s Next with the following description: Eleventh track on Tunechi’s 2017 mixtape Dedication 6. It features American rapper Zoey Dollaz.\nCashMoneyAP produced this beat. He posted it on YouTube as a 21 Savage Type Beat. It’s a remix of “Swag On A Usual” by Marley G, and Marley later added Wayne & Zoey to the official remix of the song.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nMmm-mh\n[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]\nI been smokin' on the gas, hocus pocus on the gas\nI been snorklin' in the cash\n, \ngoing Krogers with the bags\nI done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass\nTell my shooters \"Count me out\", and I end up doin' the math\nI been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked\nI been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked\nYou know my lean nice and cold, like some dead folks\nYou know my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh\nI got them pills, we call 'em illies\nI got the wet, I'm water whippin'\nI rob his ass like Robin Givens\nI get them Ms a mile a minute\nDon't pay your bill, I'm power trippin'\nBET, that's how I'm livin'\nI got three hoes followin' me\nHo, ho, ho; I'm down the chimney\nHello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah\nAin't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah\nShe do the money count in just her drawers, yeah\nI make her count out loud, I listen hard\nI been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels\nThey been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers\nThey been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands\nMoney and the power, they be in here watchin' Power\nAll my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri\nRun up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson\nBrrrt!\n Pull up like a taxi, stereo on maxi\nNigga, bury your own casket\nNigga, say hello to Rabbit\nMy lil homies bang, my lil homies, they deranged\nThey don't want the fame, kill your ass then fly to Spain\nDing-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring\nPut my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing\nYeah, starin' at the world through an automatic\nSweet mother of pearl, sweet Jesus of Nazareth\nQuickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow, baby\nI could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby\nLook, I cannot sit down \nwithout gettin' down\nWhat's new in town? Let's do it now\nA couple marbles ain't been found\nA couple screws been screwed around\nMy father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound\nThe system of a down, and it's been up and down\nA psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown\nSippin' up, I piss enough to drown, twistin' up a pound\nHigh as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds, y'all so underground\nI break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows\nCome to hunt you down\nAll up in your section\nUse protection when you fuck around\nPossession of deception, imperfection, no affection\nNo correct your transgression, turn depression to aggression\nGot an obsession for expression\nWith no pressure, no discretion, and the F is for the\n\"Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em.\" [Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]\nYour bitch open so we run in it, any club, got my gun in it\nI ain't even got to touch you dudes, I'll get you killed young nigga\nEat, sleep, talk shit, rap, brand new AK, all black\nTunechi gave me this gift wrapped\nYour bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat\nHope you pussy niggas get mad\nKeep the voodoo on me, witchcraft\nOff-White, Gucci, mix match\nAll my diamonds drip, shit splash\nBlack BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W\nShe told me Dollaz I'm over you\nThese bitches way too emotional, uh\nSo much perkys, I'm barely sober\nDiamond choker, crazy, bipolar\nKeep my niggas with me, I tote 'em\nNever be committed, I told her\nEnough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas\nI know I'm stuck with you niggas\nGrew up with you niggas\nWe all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas\nMiami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robbie\nHaitian food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies\nChris Paul, we load the rocket\nEight ball, corner pocket\nAh man, nigga stop it, you know it's Dollaz\nWhen it comes to rap, no problems\nHaha, hold up, talk to 'em\nI'm the hottest out in my city, Bad Boy too, ask Diddy\nHundred foot yacht, jet skiin', bitches kissin' bitches, lesbian\nNiggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em\nY'all don't want beef, y'all vegan\nIf so, come, no semen\n(Yeah, you get it?)\nFuture put me on, he from Atlanta\nNiggas in my city crabs in a barrel\nMade it out without y'all help\nI can say I did it myself\nTunechi told me leave this beat blessed\nI killed this shit, no stress\nFirst 48, this stretch\nSomeone tell me what's next?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called LIKE I WOULD (The White Panda Remix) with the following description: LIKE I WOULD (The White Panda Remix) is one of the official remixes created for the extended play (EP) “LIKE I WOULD (The Remixes)”, mixed by The White Panda.\nIt was released on digital and streaming platforms on May 27, 2016 along with other remixes of the EP.\nExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nHey what's up? It's been a while\nTalking 'bout it's not my style\nThought I'd see what's up, while I'm lighting up\nIt's cold-hearted, cold-hearted\nKnow it's late but I'm so wired\nSaw your face and got inspired\nGuess you let it go, now you're good to go\nIt's cold-hearted, cold-hearted\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, oh, it's probably gonna sound wrong\nPromise it won't last long\nOh, oh, if we can never go back\nThought you'd like to know that\n[Chorus]\nHe, won't touch you like I do\nHe, won't love you like I would\nHe don't know your body\nHe don't do you right\nHe won't love you like I would\nLove you like I would\nLike I would\n[Breakdown] [Verse 2]\nTalkin' don't want me cause I want you\nBeen thinkin' it over, but I'm through\nSo stop wasting all my time, messing with my mind\nIt's cold-hearted, cold-hearted\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, oh, it's probably gonna sound wrong\nPromise it won't last long\nOh, oh, if we can never go back\nThought you'd like to know that\n[Chorus]\nHe, won't touch you like I do\nHe, won't love you like I would\nHe don't know your body\nHe don't do you right\nHe won't love you like I would\nLove you like I would\nLike I would\n[Breakdown]\n[Chorus]\nHe, won't touch you like I do\nHe, won't love you like I would\nHe don't know your body\nHe don't do you right\nHe won't love you like I would\nLove you like I would\nLike I would" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Rnw@y with the following description: On track 14 of Linkin Park’s first remix album, Reanimation, LP remix their song “Runaway” from their massive debut, Hybrid Theory in collaboration with Backyard Bangers and Phoenix Orion Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Chester Bennington & \nPhoenix Orion\n]\nGrafitti sky\nI don’t think you’re all ready\nYo, I don’t think y'all ready\n[Verse 1: Chester Bennington]\nGraffiti decorations under a sky of grey\nThis constant apprehension still giving me away\nThe lessons I've forgotten in spite of all I've learned\n[Pre-Chorus: Chester Bennington & \nMike Shinoda\n]\nNow, I find myself in question\nPoint the finger at me again\nGuilty by association\nPoint, point the finger at me again\n[Chorus: Chester Bennington]\nI wanna run away \n(I wanna run away)\nI wanna know the truth \n(I wanna know the truth)\nI wanna know the answers \n(I wanna know the answers)\nI wanna shut the door \n(And open up my mind)\nAnd open up my mind \n(And open up my mind)\n[Verse 2: Chester Bennington]\nPaper bags and angry voices under a sky of grey\nThis constant apprehension won't seem to go away\nAll my talk of starting over, these words were never true [Pre-Chorus: Chester Bennington & \nMike Shinoda\n]\nNow, I find myself in question\nPoint, point the finger at me again\nGuilty by association\nPoint, point the finger at me again\n[Chorus: Chester Bennington]\nI wanna run away \n(I wanna run away)\nI wanna know the truth \n(I wanna know the truth)\nI wanna know the answers \n(I wanna know the answers)\nI wanna shut the door \n(And open up my mind)\nAnd open up my mind, and open up my mind\n[Bridge: Mike Shinoda]\nGonna run away, gonna run away, way\nGonna run away, gonna run away, way, way\nRun away\n[Verse 3: Phoenix Orion]\nHey, uh, y’all not ready\nHey, yo\nI don’t think y’all ready for what I’m about to do\nY'all new school dudes ain’t even got no clue\nHow dare you forget about \nBam and Zulu?\nKool Herc and Jazzy J, they paved the way\nLet me spit it to y’all who said I wasn’t gon' make it\nEvery time I blaze it, y’all the first to hate it\nMy team ain't lookin' supreme to stay strong\nGot the true series son, they scared to put us on\nCan’t get with hybrids\n, get off your hiatus\nToo many of y’all is dying for it so I gotta blaze it\nStill repping BK, Brooklyn, B and on\nHell-fighting family, alienation\nBanging hits in the backyard on a LP song\nI’m a little communicator, Phoenix Orion [Chorus: Chester Bennington]\nI wanna run away \n(I wanna run away)\nI wanna know the truth \n(I wanna know the truth)\nI wanna know the answers \n(I wanna know the answers)\nI wanna shut the door \n(And open up my mind)\nAnd open up my mind, and open up my mind" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Guilty All the Same with the following description: \nThe third track on Linkin Park’s sixth studio album, The Hunting Party, “Guilty All the Same” is about how people like to play the blame game and point out mistakes in others and make them feel guilty while they themselves are not perfect and everybody is guilty of something.\nRakim is, unexpectedly, on this track and drops a very lyrical verse. Yet, just another rock / rap collaboration in a while, and it’s not first one for Linkin Park Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Instrumental Intro]\n[Verse 1: Chester Bennington]\nTell us all again what you think we should be\nWhat the answers are, what it is we can't see\nTell us all again how to do what you say\nHow to fall in line, how there's no other way\n[Pre-Chorus: Chester Bennington]\nBut oh-oh, we all know\n[Chorus: Chester Bennington]\nYou're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed\nYou want to point your finger, \nbut there's no one else to blame\nYou're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed\nYou want to point your finger, \nbut there's no one else to blame\nYou're guilty all the same\n[Verse 2: Chester Bennington]\nShow us all again, that our hands are unclean\nThat we're unprepared, that you have what we need\nShow us all again 'cause we cannot be saved\n'Cause the end is near, now there's no other way\n[Pre-Chorus: Chester Bennington]\nAnd oh-oh, you will know [Chorus: Chester Bennington]\nYou're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed\nYou want to point your finger, \nbut there's no one else to blame\nYou're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed\nYou want to point your finger, \nbut there's no one else to blame\nThere's no one else to blame, guilty all the same\nGuilty all the same\nYou're guilty all the same\n[Verse 3: Rakim]\nYeah, you already know what it is\nCan y'all explain, what kind of land is this\nWhen a man has plans of bein' rich but the bosses' plans is wealthy?\nDirty money scheme, a clean split, nonsense\nIt's insane, even corporate hands is filthy\nThey talk team and take the paper route\nAll they think about is bank accounts, assets, and realty\nAt anybody's expense, no shame with a clear conscience\nNo regrets and guilt free, they claim that ain't the way that they built me\nThe smoke screen before the flame\nKnowin' as soon as the dough or the deal peak\nSay it's time for things to change\nRearrange like good product rebuilt cheap\nAnything if it's more to gain drained, manipulated like artists\nIt's real deep, until no more remains, but I'm still me\nLike authentic hip-hop and rock 'til pop and radio\nAnd record companies killed me\nTry to force me to stray and obey\nAnd got the gall to say how real can real be?\nYou feel me, we'll see that green could be to blame or greedy for the fame\nTV or a name, the Media, the game\nTo me you're all the same, you're guilty [Chorus: Chester Bennington]\nYou're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed\nYou want to point your finger, \nbut there's no one else to blame\nYou're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed\nYou want to point your finger, \nbut there's no one else to blame\nThere's no one else to blame, guilty all the same\nGuilty all the same\nGuilty all the same\n[Instrumental Outro]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Conceptual Corrections with the following description: This is track number four of the tape, track number two of the Intent Side.\n\nThe sample used on this song is still unknown. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\n[Chaos Kid] This is Chaos Kid, Conceptual Corrections\nYou wanna say \"hi\" guys?\n[Manix]\"Hi guys!\"\n[M&M]Hi guys\n(cut)\n[Manix][...] freshman\n[M&M] Aight, this M&M, I'm-I'm young, I'm white and I'm good\nI'm good, and I'm white and I'm young\nDid I say I was white, and I'm young? And I'm good?\n[Chaos Kid] And that's all\n[Verse 1]\nWell, let's gets get it underway, undelayed\nWe're all geeked that I touched the [?]\nAnd oh I'm so glad to stay, cause you're the [?]\nI'll beat your ass to pink, but what you had to say\nSo it's a blast... (BLAST)\nAt last, scratched your mouth with it and then literally got trashed\nToo many times I listen to your ignorant mouth flap\nSpittin' out crack, now I snap back like a mousetrap\nI'm not gonna point any fingers even though you're pointin' at me\nI'm not gonna call any names even though you callin' at me\nThere's nothing to it, doing it's easy as your ABCs\nOr someone's gonna hear my something over funky beats [Hook]\nGive it to 'em!\n(I don't know)\nWe got your back, come on\nKick it to 'em!\n(Think I should?)\nHe's got a life debt, put 'em in check!\n(Do I got props?) nough' respect!\nYo let's get this shit correct!\n[Verse 2]\nI'm [flooring?] Excedrin [CL?]\nI should have been prepared with the voluble\nBut even that could have stooped\nFor using extreme [help?]\nAnd from the moment I made my entrance\nI was alone to die of your [relentless?]\nThat was the only (CHOICE) that I (KNOW)\nNothing to have a (VOICE) to suit, for that [HO?]\nEverywhere I [turned?], each had a [?]\nTold me how to live [?] to go by\nWe're looking [?], though\n[?] with the hand I was being dealt\nI might as well melt, cause the fact to see\nSee, it's nothing to my [peers?] like it's the feet of my family\nBut I refuse to be abused, to let them tell me\nWho to be, what to do, well\nLet them sell me a dream, I don't wanna purchase\nAnd you can't make my dreams seem worthless\nCause everyone has the right to be their own person\nEven if they get to [?] at the side of me\nI'll lift this culture, tried and true\nAnd take pride, in what I do\nPaid my dues, so what's up dudes\nYou can call me nigga, but you looking like fools\nIt's been four years, bitches started to judge\nIt's been four years, and I still hate fudge\nCha-os Kid, and the name goes [smudge?]\nThis is mixed, that the [?] don't give a (FUDGE)\nI never did it, till' they did it to another to make them\nHate, and degrade, like Satan\nThis kind of mentality that disgusts me in '92\nWho's getting your family through, duke?\nIt's on [?]\nKu Klux Klan, clan clusks coo, puke\nAnd that's just an example of how I get trampled\nProof, [?] this [?]\nBreak it down! [Beat unfolds]\n[Verse 3]\n(Put 'em in check!) I'll check 'em\nUntil you put them in stakes, I can't taste the venom\nYou can't catch me being caught\nI give their food for thought\nWhen they're in the mood to [thwart?]\nThey say \"you white!\", I say\n\"But what am I gonna do?\nThey say \"act your age\" but I know that my soul's true\n[?] delicate people the global\nIf you even will [?], how do you know who\nYou are, then you're [blumming?], coming to [?] defeat us\n[?], that's a [?] with Jesus\nIf you're eyes aren't tridimensional, then you never seen us\nTake a look inside the [supper?] 'fore you decide to [?]\nThere's always so much, a man's feeling can take one\nAnd paper is the only [?] you will break them\nThe anger built to build [?], cause nobody knows how I feel\nI feel now, (ugh!) yeah\n[Hook 2 x2]\nPut 'em in check!\nTest the intellect!\nThe misconception needs to be corrected!\nPut 'em in check!\nTest the intellect!\nConceptual corrections [Verse 4]\nIntellectual correctional\nFuck the race poll, I'm an exception to the rule\nI [?] and educate ya', bigger than [Richard Cutchers?]\nLook in the stereotype, I said \"Devil, I'm another level\"\nWith the [shovel?] scoop, the whole [?]\nAnd show me the top [?] I ain't giving it back to [?] trying to stop me\nAs Sloppy as Joe, I'm throwing the [?] in your direction\nCut in the [foe?] in the circulation\nWith the [title?] the vocal section\nBut the eyes [?] has an artist [?]\nI be the smarter, start at no [?]\nI might have the largest amount, to contribute\nTill' I'm [?] in youth\nAnd if you want proof, then here's a moment of truth\n(silence)\nSo they [?] be alive in this profession, hm\nI'm think [?] cause of my complexion\nWait a second, let it be erased\nQuestion my way, I'm a [?]\nTo see the [?] new grades\nShould I look questions [?], or should I be cursed\nWho works the good, better, who's worse than you first\nTo rap, I'm juggling on and gambling on\nI say you push the pressure, but [?], it's such a [?]\nCatch the drift? Rap star [?] strictly black\nThe rockstar [?] strictly [what at?]\nYou ever stop to wonder what's an undercover\nBetter than other [?] underneath each other\n[?] who died\n[?], hear the message I deliver\nBecause they give it such a [?]\n[?] with your head [oversized?]\nAnd makes me wanna cackle\n(Haha)\n[Hook 2 x2]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Last Christmas with the following description: This is Taylor Swift’s cover of the very popular song by British pop duo Wham!\nIt was released as the number 1 single off her Christmas album entitled Sounds of the Season: The Taylor Swift Holiday Collection\nTaylor is known to be a big fan of the Christmas holidays and even grew up on a Christmas tree farm\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nLast Christmas I gave you my heart\nBut the very next day, you gave it away\nThis year, to save me from tears\nI will give it to someone special\n[Verse 1]\nOnce bitten and twice shied\nI keep my distance but you still catch my eye\nTell me baby\nDo you recognize me\nWell, it has been a year, it does not surprise me\nMerry Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it\nWith a note saying 'I love you', I meant it\nNow I know what a fool I've been\nBut if you kiss me now, I know you would fool me again\n[Chorus]\nLast Christmas I gave you my heart\nBut the very next day, you gave it away\nThis year, to save me from tears\nI will give it to someone special\nLast Christmas I gave you my heart\nBut the very next day, you gave it away\nThis year, to save me from tears\nI will give it to someone special [Verse 2]\nA crowded room and friends with tired eyes\nI am hiding from you and your soul of ice\nMy God, I thought you were someone to rely on\nMe, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on\nA face on a lover with a fire in his heart\nA girl on a cover but you tore her apart\nMaybe this year\nMaybe this year I will give it to someone special\n[Chorus]\nBecause last Christmas I gave you my heart\nBut the very next day, you gave it away\nThis year, to save me from tears\nI will give it to someone special\nLast Christmas I gave you my heart\nBut the very next day, you gave it away\nThis year, to save me from tears\nI will give it to someone special\nAnd last Christmas\nAnd this year\nIt won't be anything like, anything like\nLast Christmas I gave you my heart\nBut the very next day, you gave it away\nThis year, to save me from tears\nI will give it to someone special" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Bickenhead with the following description: “Bickenhead” is Cardi B’s spin on Project Pat’s 2006 Dirty South classic, “Chickenhead.” However, Cardi replaces the C in “chickenhead” with B to refer to her Bloods gang affilation.\nThe song sees Cardi rapping about her usual topics—her body, money, luxury, and sex. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nGoes for all my nasty hoes, yeah\n(\nA-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright\n)\nFrom across the globe, woo (\nHol' up\n)\nThis goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah\n(\nAlright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright\n)\nFrom across the globe, look, uh\n[Verse 1]\nNow, I said luxury apartments (Wow)\nI'm young and I'm heartless (Yeah)\nThere's a bitch there in my vision that bitch is a target (Brrr)\nLawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges\nDon't matter if you fuck with me, I get money regardless (cash)\n[Chorus]\nThat guap, guap, get some chicken\nGuap, guap, get some bread\nGuap, guap, get some chicken\nGuap, guap, get some bread\nBitch you pressed, you can flex\nGet some money, ho, tell me why you stressed\n[Verse 2]\nNow I said, hoes down, Gs up (Gs up)\nYou know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (Ice!)\nI can't wait until they drop that Lamborghini truck (Skrrt!)\nI'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up\nThem bitches getting beat up (Blatt)\nSlim waist, ass fat (Fat), my shit is caked up\nMy bad bitch at the bank (Yeah), without no makeup\nThis that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back fat\nGet it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at\nKnick-knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone (Bone)\nPut it on him, then your nigga never comin' home (Home)\nI'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid\nStupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed [Chorus]\nGet some guap, guap, get some chicken\nGuap, guap, get some bread\nGuap, guap, get some chicken\nGuap, guap, get some bread\nBitch, you pressed, you can flex\nGet some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, ugh\nGuap, guap, get some chicken\n[Refrain]\nI need that cheese, shorty\nShow me where it's at (Boy, please, whatever)\nYou play with me (\nGuap-guap, chicken-chicken\n)\nI might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)\nYou make-believe (\nGuap-guap, chicken-chicken\n)\nNow with me it's only facts (Boy, please, whatever)\nExpensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, ugh\n[Verse 3]\nYeah, pop that pussy like you ain't popped that pussy in a while\nPop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style\nPop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up at church\nPop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove\nMake that pussy slip and slide, like you from the 305\nPut your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive\nSpread them asscheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile\nLock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo)\nGimme some neck, gimme a check\nPussy so good, make a nigga invest\nGet a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet\nI'll get it back up, just give me a sec'\nGive him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag\nGive him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf\nWhen I'm done, I make him cum, but then, he comin' off that cash [Chorus]\nGet you some guap, guap, get some chicken\nGuap, guap, get some bread\nGuap, guap, get some chicken\nGuap, guap, get some bread\nBitch, you pressed, you can flex\nGet some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, ugh\nGuap, guap, get some chicken\n[Refrain]\nI need that cheese, shorty\nShow me where it's at (Boy, please, whatever)\nYou play with me (\nGuap-guap, chicken-chicken\n)\nI might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)\nYou make-believe (\nGuap-guap, chicken-\nchicken\n)\nNow with me it's only facts (Boy, please, whatever)\nExpensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, ugh\n[Outro]\nAlright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright\nAlright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright\nAlright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright\nAlright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Forever Begins with the following description: Com talks about civil rights and, most memorably, reminisces on the late J Dilla, a celebrated producer who was a close friend of Com’s.\nhttp://players.brightcove.net/4863540648001/HklmClHkx_default/index.html?videoId=5237522077001 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced by Kanye West]\n[Verse 1: Common]\nVictory won in a world of Hennessy and guns\nToo young for the marches, but I remember these drums\nThe stark reality of wars and battles\nWe fought for ours, caught in ghetto tragedy\nI talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee\nAnd recognize the importance of family\nHand me a joint, good music, and room to breathe\nThose that doubt Com' will soon believe\nCan't judge the weave, my lady had one\nI'm more like a fool for soul and passion\nThe price of gas rises, street life is pumpin' fast, lives is\nI watched \nCrash\n and realize that we all survivors\nNo religion or race could ever describe us\nMy guys do dirt, do dirt, but never really talk about it\nForever begins just because I thought about it\n[Chorus: Bilal]\nLiving once again (Hey)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving and then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone) [Verse 2: Common]\nAshes and snowfalls, I wonder when the roll call\nFor Heaven gon' come, forever gon' come\nIt's a cold world and I can never go numb\nLook fear in the eyes and say, \"I'm never gon' run\"\nSooner or later I know the cheddar gon' come\nFor now I write the world letters to better the young\nOn tree, by jury, together we hung\nNow we let our chains hang\n \nand gangbang to maintain\n'Ghanistan goin' through the same thing\nIt trickles down, at each other we aim pain\nI shoot for stars, peace and exclusive cars\nThrough the ride I learned to earn hard\nWatch gangstas turn God in the midst of war\nNo matter how much I elevate, I kiss the floor\nIt was in the wind when she said Dilla was gone\nThat's when I knew we'd live forever through song\n[Chorus: Bilal]\nLiving once again (Hey)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving and then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving once again (Hey)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving and then you're gone (Then you're gone)\nLiving, then you're gone (Then you're gone) [Bridge]\nOhh\nLiving, we're living\nThen we're gone\nOh, living, then you're gone\nYou're gone, you're gone\nThen you're gone\nOoh, gone\n[Outro: Pops]\nOrigin is forever\nWell, well, well, here we are back in the studio again\nLook at that\nI— hey, I don't need no cue cards\nThey got the engineers holdin' up cue cards\nWhat's that say— What that say?\nOh, they say, just talk, don't sing\nSon, I bet you feel like you and I've been here forever, huh?\nThrough these old red eyes, beholding red eyes\nI see my world's tears\nYeah, origin is forever\nEvery peak will have two valleys\nHopeful eyes in the comfort\nOf true protection and admiration of a child\nThat's forever\nForever is to strive\nThe pace of endearment\nForever\nForever is what I leave\nMy I-self contribution\nDamn, what I'm gon' leave?\nOkay, I'll leave my one and only grain of spiritual sand\nTo the universal scales of humanity, all humanity\nForever is finding a solution to a solution\nTsunamis, hurricanes following the trails of the African slave ships\nWar, war, and more war\nFloods, \nColumbine\n, global warming, earthquakes\nAnother somebody done me wrong, son\nVirginia Tech\n is not a, \"Oh, what the heck?\"\nWhich scale did you place your one grain of spiritual sand forever?\nConfusion need a solution\nBlend and stir, stir and blend the pot of humanity\nSift the ingredients\nOf acknowledgment, apology, amendment, atonement\nWe gon' work with the four A's here\nForever, Pops\nCommon good is forever\nGod's memory is forever" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called My Nigga with the following description: Lil Wayne freestyles over YG’s smash hit My Nigga.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse: Lil Wayne]\nI'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga\nJump in front of a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga\nOn the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga\nRob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga\nReal talk, I don't really fuck with too many niggas\nCause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels\nI be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle\nDrivin' something that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple\nAnd I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no ho\nAnd my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door\nHope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas\nWhen it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my fuckin' niggas\nI kill for my motherfuckin' niggas, vice versa\nEyes red from the kush I blew, white person\nGot my middle finger on the trigger\nAnd with my little finger to you niggas\nI swear it's fuck all y'all niggas\nExcept my niggas\n[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne]\nI said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga\nMost likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger\nI've been grindin outside all day with my niggas\nAnd I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my nigga\nMy nigga, my nigga\nMy nigga, my nigga (My motherfuckin' niggas!)\nMy nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)\nMy nigga, my nigga" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called No Church in the Wild with the following description: “No Church in the Wild” is an existential renunciation of traditional, organized religious worship. Its theme is reminiscent of a famous line delivered by Cassius in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar:\nThe fault, dear Brutus\nIs not in our stars\nBut in ourselves\nThat we are underlings.\nThis song won the award for “Best Rap/Sung Collaboration” at the 55th annual Grammys in 2013. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced By 88 Keys, Kanye West & Mike Dean]\n[Chorus: Frank Ocean]\nHuman beings in a mob\nWhat's a mob to a king?\nWhat's a king to a god?\nWhat's a god to a non-believer\nWho don't believe in anything?\nWill he make it out alive?\nAlright, alright\nNo church in the wild\n[Verse 1: JAY-Z]\nTears on the mausoleum floor\nBlood stains the Colosseum doors\nLies on the lips of a priest\nThanksgiving disguised as a feast\nRolling in the Rolls-Royce Corniche\nOnly the doctors got this, I'm hiding from police\nCocaine seats\nAll white like I got the whole thing bleached\nDrug dealer chic\nI'm wondering if a thug's prayers reach\nIs Pius pious 'cause God loves pious?\nSocrates asked whose bias do y'all seek?\nAll for Plato, screech\nI'm out here balling, I know y'all hear my sneaks\nJesus was a carpenter, Yeezy laid beats\nHova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats\nPreach [Chorus: Frank Ocean]\nHuman beings in a mob\nWhat's a mob to a king?\nWhat's a king to a god?\nWhat's a god to a non-believer\nWho don't believe in anything?\nWill he make it out alive?\nAlright, alright\nNo church in the wild\n[Bridge: The-Dream]\nI live by you, desire\nI stand by you, walk through the fire\nYour love is my scripture\nLet me in through your encryption\nYeah, yeah\n[Verse 2: Kanye West]\nCoke on her Black skin made it stripe like a zebra\nI call that jungle fever\nYou will not control the threesome\nJust roll the weed up until I get me some\nWe formed a new religion\nNo sins as long as there's permission\nAnd deception is the only felony\nSo never fuck nobody without telling me\nSunglasses and Advil\nLast night was mad real\nSun coming up, 5 a.m\n.\nI wonder if they got cabs still\nThinking 'bout the girl in all leopard\nWho was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepard\nTwo tattoos, one read, \"No apologies\"\nThe other said, \"Love is cursed by monogamy\"\nThat's something that the pastor don't preach\nThat's something that a teacher can't teach\nWhen we die, the money, we can't keep\nBut we'll probably spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap\nPreach [Chorus: Frank Ocean]\nHuman beings in a mob\nWhat's a mob to a king?\nWhat's a king to a god?\nWhat's a god to a non-believer\nWho don't believe in anything?\nWill he make it out alive?\nAlright, alright\nNo church in the wild\n[Outro: Frank Ocean]\nNo church in the wild\nNo church in the wild\nNo church in the wild" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Jesus Walks (Remix) with the following description: Kanye ropes in Common and the previously retired Mase for a worthy remix of “Jesus Walks” that is decidedly more religious than its predecessor (highlighted by the lack of profanity – but that was probably so as not to offend Mase, who had retired from the game to become a minister).\nOn some recordings, the verses are in a different order.\nAnd there’s another version of the remix where West spits an entirely different verse. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Kanye West & \nMase\n]\nYeah! Uh\n(Jesus, Jesus, talk to me)\n(Jesus, Jesus, walk with me)\n(Jesus, Jesus...)\n(Jesus, Jesus...)\nThis song right here changed my life… come on, come on!\n[Chorus: Kanye West]\n(Jesus walks)\nGod showed me the way, now the devil can’t break me down\n(Jesus walks with me)\n[Verse 1: Kanye West]\nBetween the girls and the jewelry\nThe devil tryin’ lure me, it fury me\n(Jesus walks with me)\nMy pastor's shakin’ his head\nHe ain’t sure of me, but surely\n(Jesus walks with me)\nThey asked, do you say your prayers at least two a week?\nI ain’t talking to God, I know what I’ve been doin’ G\nDo you know how I be embarrassed?\nMy prayers sound like Ben Stiller’s on Meet the Parents\nAnd I ain’t good, what they give us this day\nThe slaves is trying to give us this free\nI’m trying to give us this pay\nMan, you know how ‘dem strippers was\nWe was all ghetto fabulous\nAll at the rooms in the Sybaris\nFrom this jacuzzi water, can you cleanse us?\nCan you please unfog my Cartier lenses?\nGod sends signs sometimes only in glimpses\nFor me I almost died, falling asleep in them Benzes\nIt’s something about this beat that get me tranquilized\nAnd when I play it at my shows I feel sanctified\nAnd He gives me direction when I can’t decide\nHe is alive\nHow can you tell me that He ain't when I said [Chorus]\n(Jesus walks)\nGod showed me the way, now the devil can't break me down\n(Jesus walks with me)\nThe only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now\n(I want Jesus)\nAnd now I think there is something that I can say now that'll right my wrongs\n(Jesus walks with me)\nI finally talked to God, I ain't afraid cause His love is so strong\n[Verse 2: Common]\nOpen your eyes, there's smoke in the skies\nThe Beast is holdin' a lies\nEverywhere we move, motion denied\nEmotion derived from posters of pride\nOf African, cultures and tribes\nWho live when we suppose they die\nLaugh when we suppose they cry\nThe pain we holding inside\nCause all we really know is survive\nUse that to remember we're kings\nThat's why we so addicted to diamonds and rings\nAnd cutless supremes\nSeen Diana Ross remember that my sisters is queens\nThe Lord is coming -- for now, he visit in dreams\nFor every mission it seems impossible\nSpeak to the gospel to remind me what God can do\nWhen it's not logical\nTo those in hospitals and prisons\nLow-income living\nFor them I say a prayer keep giving\nLearning to receive\nMy heart is burnin' to achieve\nEven when it's hard to breathe, I still believe that [Chorus]\n(Jesus walks)\nGod showed me the way, now the devil can't break me down\n(Jesus walks with me)\nThe only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now\n(I want Jesus)\n[Verse 3: Ma$e]\nBefore you take my name, take my fame\nWhile you at it take my shame\nTake my flaws, take my blame?\nFeel my dirt, conceal my hurt\nSee my bruise, do this and you will walk in my shoes\nYou wasn't there when I was in deep thought\nWhen I had two choices: kill him, or either leave New York\nBut I'm a truth teller, that's why I say what I'm saying\nAnd the only thing the radio playing\nIs cause you be paying\nIt ain't about who really hot no more\nBeats wit knock no more\nSo who cares who flop no more?\nI realize that most labels pay you for lies\nAnd only law dudes can disguise\nThat your favorite artist (shhh)\nI know you hear that (huh?)\nYou wanna fear that? (what?)\nYour worst dream is that you was gonna hear that\nIcon to rap is like John the Baptist\nPrepared the way for what I came to say today\nThey deceived us, having thinking Jesus\nReally didn't need us, when He loved the old days\nHe loved them boys in the hallway up in Broadway\nEven those who re up for dope, every four days\nTo the strippers in broad day up in Norway\nTo the Detroit player gators in Marbres\nWith me, it's not just bars of music\nI walk with God, I got the scars to prove it [Chorus]\n(Jesus walks)\nGod show me the way, now the devil can't break me down\n(Jesus walks with me)\nThe only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now\n[Outro: Mase]\nEverybody out there\nJust lift your hands right now\nJust say this with me\nFather, I thank you\nFor forgiving me of everything I've ever done\nFor Jesus walking with me\nFor dying for me\nRaising for me\nAnd all my sins have been forgiven\nI'm a changed man\nI'm healed, I'm delivered, I'm rich\nAnd it's all because of Him\nNow walk with me\nWalk with me, walk, walk, walk with me\nWalk with me" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Do You Mean with the following description: “Do You Mean” is the third single and second collaborative project that The Chainsmokers have released as a part of the World War Joy album.\nThe song features both Ty Dolla $ign and bülow as vocalists, along with Chainsmoker Drew Taggart.\nThe song features Taggart and bülow exchanging verses, portraying an argument between a couple about what they are saying and what they have said in the past. Ty Dolla provides the vocals for the Chorus and Pre-Chorus, to supplement the central idea of losing hope in others through the words that they say. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, bülow & Andrew Taggart]\nDo you mean, do you mean what you say?\nWhat you said, now you can't take away\nYou're my gospel, but I'm losing faith, losing faith\nDo you mean, do you mean what you say?\nTake a minute, do you need to stop and think?\nWhat we have, no, we can't throw away, throw away\n[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & \nbülow\n]\nShow me that you mean it, ayy\nShow me that you mean it\nDo you really mean it?\nEverything happens for a reason\nShow me that you mean it (\nDo you, do you?\n)\nShow me that you mean it (\nDo you, do you?\n)\n[Verse 1: Andrew Taggart & \nbülow\n]\nI hope you mean what you say, girl\nHope you ain't lying to my face, girl (\nLying to my face\n)\nYou said you needed some space, girl\nI tried to stay out your way, girl\nYou heard some stories 'bout my past, ayy\nWish we could leave 'em in the past, ayy\nYou said it's hard for you to trust again\nI wonder if you're really over it [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & \nbülow\n]\nOoh, yeah\nBounce back like a rebound, ooh, yeah\nAre you saying what you mean now? (Skrrt)\nSay what you mean\n[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, bülow & Andrew Taggart]\nDo you mean, do you mean what you say?\nWhat you said, now you can't take away\nYou're my gospel, but I'm losing faith, losing faith\nDo you mean, do you mean what you say?\nTake a minute, do you need to stop and think?\nWhat we have, no, we can't throw away, throw away\n[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & \nbülow\n]\nShow me that you mean it, ayy\nShow me that you mean it\nDo you really mean it?\nEverything happens for a reason\nShow me that you mean it (\nDo you, do you?\n)\nShow me that you mean it (\nDo you, do you?\n Ooh, yeah)\n[Verse 2: bülow]\nTime's up, whatcha gonna say next?\nCan't hide what you did to me, yeah\nPut you out like a cigarette\nPut me out of my misery, yeah\nIt's not you, it's me\nCome on, seriously\nHeard that once or twice before\nYou got that straight from a movie [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Andrew Taggart, \nbülow\n]\nOoh, yeah\nBounce back like a rebound, ooh, yeah\nAre you saying what you mean now?\nSay what you mean\n[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, bülow & Andrew Taggart]\nDo you mean, do you mean what you say?\nWhat you said, now you can't take away\nYou're my gospel, but I'm losing faith, losing faith\nDo you mean, do you mean what you say?\nTake a minute, do you need to stop and think?\nWhat we have, no, we can't throw away, throw away\n[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & bülow, \nbülow\n]\nShow me that you mean it, ayy\nShow me that you mean it\nDo you really mean it?\nEverything happens for a reason\nShow me that you mean it (\nDo you, do you?\n)\nShow me that you mean it (\nDo you, do you?\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Love Yourself with the following description: Opening track for Mary J. Blige’s 13th studio album Strength of a Woman. This opening explores the importance of loving oneself to combat the struggles in life. Kanye West is featured after a dramatic beat drop, blending soul with hip-hop. The song first debuted on HOT 97 radio show.\nhttps://twitter.com/maryjblige/status/847558347708547072 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Mary J. Blige]\nIt's been a long ride, but I made it here with love\nI made it here with love, love\nSaid I've been and up and down and I've been through it all\nTook a while to know my heart\nOh, yes, it has, yeah\nBefore a love like this, you go\nThrough the fire and valley lows\nBut if you just hold on\nPlease hold on 'cause love is strong, it'll save ya\nOh, please hold on, it'll save ya, save ya\n[Verse 1: Mary J. Blige]\nTruth can be the sweetest pain\nIt can mess up everything\nIt's the only way you know\nI'm payin' for it, I'm changin' for it\nOh, oh, and it hurts\nBut I'll make it work\n'Cause I'm no beginner\nI'm a winner, paid dues, I know my purpose\n[Refrain: Mary J. Blige]\nThought they'd put my life on hold\nBut I knew somethin' they didn't know\nI know myself too much to ever fold\nDark clouds, I'm movin' past you [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]\nOh, you gotta love yourself\nIf you really wanna be with someone else\nYou gotta feed yourself\nBefore you feed somebody else\nYou gotta stay open, and don't be foolish\n'Cause everybody don't mean you well\nYou gotta love yourself\nBefore you love somebody else\n[Interlude: Kanye West]\nYeah, gotta love yourself\nUh, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[Verse 2: Kanye West]\nI decided not to use my color as a handicap\nHe a designer, artist, producer, and he rap\nNever found virtue from patience\nIn a dark room just pacin'\nPrecious time is just wastin'\nYou do not know what we facin'\nI cannot be complacent\nIn my job, be courageous\nAnother kid just got shot\nThey can't find the assailant\nMade it out of the basement\nMade it out of the underground\nFrom a time where you outta town\nThey might gun you down, blaow\nThere goes another round, blaow\nThere goes another round\nCame from this Chi and wow, look what the fuck they found\nA young legend, comin' to shut the summer down\nYou need to talk to me like you don't bring your mother 'round [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]\nOh, you gotta love yourself, oh yeah\nIf you really wanna be with someone else\nYou gotta feed yourself\nBefore you feed somebody else\nYou gotta stay open, and don't be foolish\n'Cause everybody don't mean you well\nYou gotta love yourself\nYou gotta love yourself\nBefore you love somebody else\n[Verse 3: Mary J. Blige]\nI don't feel no ways tired\nCan't get restless in my soul\nHold your heart, the world is cold\nKeep singin', don't you stop prayin', woman\nYeah, it will come to pass\nDon't worry 'bout nothin'\nGod knows that you're worth it\nYou deserve it, can't nothin' else hurt you\n[Refrain: Mary J. Blige]\nThought they'd put my life on hold\nBut I knew somethin' they didn't know\nI know myself too much to ever fold\nDark clouds are movin' past you [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]\nOh, you gotta love yourself, oh yeah\nIf you really wanna be with someone else\nYou gotta feed yourself\nBefore you feed somebody else\nYou gotta stay open, and don't be foolish\n'Cause everybody don't mean you well\nYou gotta love yourself\nYou gotta love yourself\nBefore you love somebody else\nSomebody else" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called I Need Love with the following description: “I Need Love” sees Chris resort to searching for love in the strip club, alluded to by his need for one-dollar bills, as a result of his craving for attention. However, he assures listeners that it isn’t “trickin’,” spending loads of money on a girl because he needs love. In his verses, he raps about how his girl played games with him, despite being gifted a car, his cars, money and jewelry, and his drug use. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]\nCame a long way, we was trappin' out 'til day's end\nNow I spend my days up in mansions with Caucasians\nFat bitches chillin' with my dawgs like we caged in\nGot it from the bottom, had to make it from the pavement\nNiggas say I changed, fuck it, that's just how the game go\nAll these chains, all these fuckin' whips, I'm in slave mode\nHood rich, put your baby mama on my payroll\nOHB mafia, my niggas keep a bankroll\n[Verse 2: Chris Brown]\nYou know\nThat Bentley truck's on the way\nBentley truck's on the way\nI bought her a coupe\nYou know\nShoulda played it cool by the way\nPlayed it cool by the way, played it cool\nYou know\nYou know the rules from the game\nWhat games are you tryna play? Better be cool\nYou know\nYou think I'm a fool, first mistake\nBy the way\n[Refrain: Chris Brown]\nPull up that foreign, curvin' the hearses, hatin' on my how\nYou on the 'Gram, stay bein' nosey, you showin' out\nWhen he around, barely act like she know me, bet you know now\nAll I'm seein' is diamonds and Rollies, fuck the account (Huh-huh-huh-huh) [Chorus: Chris Brown, \nYoung Blacc\n]\nA-A-All these women on me, only need one\nI just wanted you to fuckin' be one\nHunnids in my pockets, I'ma need ones\nI don't mind spendin' 'cause I need love\n(Woah-oh) Huh\nBaby, it ain't trickin' if you need love\n(Woah-oh) Yeah\nBaby, it ain't trickin' if you need love (\nLook, look\n)\n[Verse 3: Young Blacc]\nKeep tellin' my bitches I got it, I got it\nI'm hoppin' out Porsches, my jeans is designer\nShe Asian and Spanish, my bitch from Atlanta\nI give her that dick and my bitches be wildin'\nAll these bitches, I just need one\nCuffin' bitches, that's the season\nCashed out on another plug\nNow the other plug wanna hold somethin'\nNiggas be stickin' their bands up\nA couple of choppers I put in their faces\nA couple of Lambos, my niggas be racin'\nYou talkin' that shit, put a price on your head\nYou niggas be pussy, be fuckin' with feds\nAnd all of us kings, so off with your head\nYour bitch on my couch, she can't sleep in my bed\nI'm poppin' that thirty, I'm takin' my meds (Ah) [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nA-A-All these women on me, only need one\nI just wanted you to fuckin' be one\nHunnids in my pockets, I'ma need ones\nI don't mind spendin' 'cause I need love\n(Woah-oh) Huh\nBaby, it ain't trickin' if you need love\n(Woah-oh) Yeah\nBaby, it ain't trickin' if you need love\n[Verse 4: Chris Brown]\nDouble cup (Huh), I'm rollin' up (Yeah)\nSmellin' dope (Huh) straight from Mexico (Ooh)\nIn Hollyweird (Woo), bitches can fuck a check up (Ooh)\nAin't none of 'em mine 'cause it's Hollywood (Yeah)\n[Refrain: Chris Brown]\nPull up that foreign, curvin' the hearses, hatin' on my how\nYou on the 'Gram, stay bein' nosey, you showin' out\nWhen he around, barely act like she know me, bet you know now\nAll I'm seein' is diamonds and Rollies, fuck the account (Huh-huh-huh-huh)\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nA-A-All these women on me, only need one\nI just wanted you to fuckin' be one\nHunnids in my pockets, I'ma need ones\nI don't mind spendin' 'cause I need love\n(Woah-oh) Oh, huh\nBaby, it ain't trickin' if you need love\n(Woah-oh) Yeah, ooh, yeah\nBaby, it ain't trickin' if you need love (Ow!) [Outro: Chris Brown]\nLook\nN-N-Need love (Oh)\nIt ain't trickin' if you need love\nN-N-Need love (Yeah)\nBaby, it ain't trickin' if you need love" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Lord Above with the following description: Teased as “the most disrespectful song,” Detroit’s rap legend Eminem tags along with Fat Joe, Dre and Mary J. Blige to look upon their careers, acknowledge their rock-bottoms and regrets, and esteem the summits they conquered.\nImminence of death and the need to make peace with one’s god is also a recurring theme throughout the whole song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Dre]\nYeah\nWe cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus\nHate is a sin, dog, be real, I got my hand on the pump\nYou on Twitter in your feels, throwin' subs, arguin’ with chicks\nI pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with\nPassin' the offering plates, I'm the preacher in foreign whips\nSermons and politics, miracles come with each and every flip\nThat dinero from zero, so heaven-sent\nImmaculate, blessings from Mary, I reminisce\nOn days we was broke, all we had was some common sense\nLast night, I had a nightmare I was at the stove\nI woke up in Paris cookin’ up for Hov\nThat's why I thank the Lord for givin' me this life\nAnd even when I'm gone the music keepin' us alive\nYeah, it's called forever-ever\nEver-ever, ever-ever, family ties\n[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]\nOh, oh\nYeah, yeah, oh\nI'm so grateful, all I need is love\nTo the Lord above\n[Verse 2: Fat Joe]\nG6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects\nEight balls, some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex\nMischievous thoughts ’fore seein’ the sauce\nTold Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche, uh\nThe Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters\nWe the Jimmy's Cafe, ain’t no need for operas\nHad the fiends scream, \"Hallelujah,\" fuck the prosecutor\nGave my nigga fifty years and he was not the shooter\nWhen they see us, solitar' confinement\nDig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds\nSo we live a life, drop a hundred at the ferry, yeah\nMy chick's from San Fran', but stay out my bae area\nYou salute the cross, or you rebuke the cross\nEither way you meet the Lord when you get moved across\nDeath knockin’ at your door got you squeezin' handle\nAnd you ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]\nAnd I've been good, oh\nAll I need is love\nTo the Lord above\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nI'm sittin' here reminiscin'\nThink I just got a light bulb\nSomethin' I'd like to mention, this is just on a side note\nWord to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though\nI know me and Mariah didn't end on a high note\nBut that other dude's whipped, that pussy got him neutered\nTried to tell him this chick's a nutjob 'fore he got his jewels clipped\nAlmost got my caboose kicked\nFool, quit, you not gon' do shit\nI let her chop my balls off too 'fore I lost to you, Nick\nI should quit watchin' news clips, yeah\nMy balls are too big, I should be talkin' pool 'cause I got scratch\nSo my pockets full when I'm takin' shots at you\nFuck it, lemme chalk the cue stick\nI'm over the top, like Cool Whip\nAnd I promise you the day I fall off or lose it\nI will stop and cut off the music\nOpportunist, wanna kill shit every chance that I got to do this\nStackin' my guap, savage, I'm not to fool with\nLike a handgun, you could say I'm like a gat when it's cocked\nI keep it a (Buck, buck), your ass'll get shot\nIf rap was an actual Glock\nYou'd act like you strapped when you're not\nOnly cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop\nYou the man 'til I pop your top\nYou ain't Jack in a Box and I ain't talkin' a hamburger spot\nCracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson .Paak (Yeah)\nRest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac\nYou sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven't forgot (Nah)\nBlow 30 million in a month, call it Brewster's Millions\nJust hope I don't lose the feelin', from soldier to civilian\nGot everything I need\nBut I don't even see myself in the future chillin'\nOnly thing I don't have in the booth's a ceiling\nJust call me The Roofless Villain\nThey tellin' me sky's the limit, so I got my head in the clouds\nUnicorn in human form, saw a gift horse\nLooked him dead in the mouth\nAnd Lord, good lookin' out\nFor sendin' me Edna and Charles\nWhenever Mom kicked me out of the house\nThey were the bomb, then you sent me LL\nAll the times that I hated myself, since eleven or twelve\nOnly way that I knew how to better myself\nIs when I'm bet against by everyone else\nSo, Joe hit the head on the nail\nYou ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel\nI was gun-shy, but now like a snail\nThe slug's comin' out of its shell [Outro: Mary J. Blige]\nOh, there's no hate in this world\nThat can make me give up\nThat can keep me stuck\nLord, I thank you (Lord, I thank you)\nI thank you, I'm so grateful, so thankful, so thankful (So thankful)\nOh, oh, oh, oh, mm\nI thank the Lord above\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Bricks & Walls with the following description: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLXrjzTmgZ4\nThis is a cut version of “Love You Till You’re Gone. The full song was on the DJ Delz hosted mixtape Sold By The Pound with Max B.\nThe song samples Pink Floyd’s “The Great Gig in the Sky”.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Hook]\nTo my niggas behind the bricks and walls\nWhen you come home\nThem hoes and bottles on me\nThe streets my home\nThey don't love you till you're gone\nOne o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock\n5 series, 6 series, 7 series drop\nThey falter, the multi-\nMillion dollar boy, i feel insulted\nNo business with emotions I came from roaches\nTo deers in my backyard, now where I'm going?\nMy vision blurred, I couldn't tell you that far\nI'm out for cash and fiends throw the rock on the glass like the backboard\nThis for my mans, till the end I look back for 'em\nThat did the crime, did the time, then to you I tilt my hat for\nHomey my guns ring like telethons, intercoms\nThey get all in your skin like silicon\nStill I'm goin, top off, locked jaw\nA hot boy, I get higher than the top floor\nOne drop, two drops, three drops roll up\nOne shot, two shots, three shots, load up!\nI see it now, never let em see you down\nHunnid rounds in the clip, silencers, you wouldn't hear a sound\nEat dirt, stole cash out my momma purse\nNow I spend ten stacks on my momma purse\nCursin and outta jail\nMy nigga Max two million dollar bail\nCoke Wave nigga, 2 million sale\nGrease got the recipe and you can tell I'm Gordon Ramsey\nYou know I chef it up like a lobster tail!\nOn Canal I get it free, nah it ain't ten a key\nLook homey it's 35, I dont know who told you lies\nStrip hot, drop like flip-flops, no ceiling\nGo snowmobiling on my wrist watch\nBitch watch me like Pay-per-view, this my come up\nWatch me take one brick then make it two\nMade it through the hurricane, nah I didn't know the name\nMontana, you dont need no Arm & Hammer" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Live Off My Closet with the following description: In “Live Off My Closet”, Lil Baby and Future deliver some quick-paced flows over a mysterious xylophone arrangement with heavy bass from producer Twysted Genius. This dynamic duo rap about expensive clothing, drugs, cars, chains and women, while repeatedly boasting about the value of the merchandise they own in their closet, and expressing how it could sustain their lifestyle if they were to ever be in financial straits. The pair also likens themselves to Hugh Hefner and mention singer Rihanna during this high-powered banger. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Lil Baby]\n(\nWho made this beat?\n)\nDrippin'\n(\nTwysted Genius, baby\n)\nKnow what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin'\n[Chorus: Lil Baby]\nI can live off my closet before I go broke\nI got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)\nToo many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)\nI be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)\nWe in the store, she don't know which one gold\nThis bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both\nWe on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater\nI walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats\n[Verse 1: Lil Baby]\nI'm a hyena, since everyone G.O.A.T.'s\nTeam full of shooters, pull up and they score\nI got the drop on the opp, it's a go\nI get two hundred racks every night for a show\nI know it's a blessing\nChristian Dior and Jordan 11's ('Leven)\nI just hope I can dunk into Heaven (Heaven)\nI just fucked on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy\nI just be fuckin' bitches, I don't be textin' 'em\nIt ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger\nHe won't let nobody get the best of him\nOh, you don't know Scotty? Take a Tesla\nPlus she won't let me get it in, so I left her there\nI got too many women, Baby Hefner\nI let the lil' bros keep the extra\nI used the baking soda, we was stretchin' 'em\nMaking these deals, numbers come in decimals\nOr I might get bored and buy a bitch a hair salon\nI'ma pay for it, bruh, ain't never have to front\nI make a million dollars every other month\nAs soon as I get done, I'ma give her some\nNot like the rest of 'em, I'm a different one\nI had to shoot back, I ain't get to run\nCan't let a fuck nigga take my mama's son [Chorus: Lil Baby]\nI can live off my closet before I go broke\nI got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)\nToo many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)\nI be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)\nWe in the store, she don't know which one gold\nThis bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both\nWe on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater\nI walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats\nI can live off my closet before I go broke\nI got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)\nToo many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)\nI be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)\nWe in the store, she don't know which one gold\nThis bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both\nWe on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater\nI walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats\n[Verse 2: Future]\nGrippin' that rod and I'm breakin' that law (Yeah)\nI got too much Givenchy in the closet (Yeah)\nCount up the cash and I'm drowsy (Yeah)\nAnd I got more oil than a Saudi (Yeah)\nI don't know what made 'em doubt me (Yeah)\nMade a hundred M's, shouldn't doubt me (Yeah)\nI got the jeweler, the mula (Yeah)\nI go to Jerusalem, they callin' me daddy (Yeah)\nPray to Young Pluto and kick it like judo (Yeah)\nI'm flippin' this money the fastest (Yeah)\nBitches in love with the kid, really fuck with the kid, they gon' follow the protocol\nGo out the country, smoke on the best bud, fuck on the best whores\nAin't no more regular diamonds\nMy shit coming with a passport\nAnd ain't worried 'bout the card declinin' (Yeah)\nI got three mil' in cash at the Waldorf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nI done went to New York to spend at Dior (Yeah)\nI got the gas like BP (\nPluto)\nThrow the party when you see the opps, nigga\nNo clown shit, we send 'em six feet\nI done spent millions in CC (What up?)\nI done made millions with RiRi (Super) [Chorus: Lil Baby]\nI can live off my closet before I go broke\nI got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)\nToo many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)\nI be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)\nWe in the store, she don't know which one gold\nThis bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both\nWe on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater\nI walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats\nI can live off my closet before I go broke\nI got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)\nToo many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)\nI be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)\nWe in the store, she don't know which one gold\nThis bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both\nWe on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater\nI walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats\n[Outro: Lil Baby]\nI been making these deals, numbers come with decimals\nI been making these deals, numbers come with decimals\nI been making these deals, numbers come with decimals\nI been making these deals, numbers come with decimals" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Green Light with the following description: “Green Light” is the first collaboration between American rappers Trouble and Future, which appears on Trouble’s album Green Light. On this track, Future and Trouble reflect on the struggles and difficulties associated with illicit activities, while also proving their commitment to the art of hustling. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Trouble]\nDisrespect on the streets\nThis is what the streets were waiting on\nWe ain't know baby\nI love when they say that they can't hand out the cake\nBut they ain't really fool me, this nigga already out the gate\nWe can't handle this disrespect\nWait 'till you see what we're doing with this green light\nI'm done trailin' off\nDon Cannon\nUnstoppable trouble, Trouble\nAwwwww man\n[Chorus: Future]\nI know some niggas who've been snitchin' on the low\nI know they didn't seem right\nI done splat a couple niggas on the low\nFor the grind to be a green light\nI had to turn my back on a couple hoes\nI know they didn't mean right\nI'd do anything to get it though\nYou should know that it's a green light\nA green light, a green light\n[Verse 1: Trouble]\nIs it green light, never mind what it seem like\nNot for you though, trouble for anybody against it\nYou get, I take it that you with me\nSo for anybody against it, we are what they won't mention\nNo negativity\nIf it is, I'll tell you what I'll do specifically\nEnd up in a penitentiary\nBut I gotta stay free, keep getting the FreeBanz\nThey wanna be GPTW, keep our feet in the sand\nNeed you to take the chance, fuck what you heard about it\nHere's your green light, what you gonna do about it\nIs you gonna go with her, or refuse and turn your back around\nEither way Trouble and duck tape on steady ground [Chorus: Future]\nI know some niggas who've been snitchin' on the low\nI know they didn't seem right\nI done splat a couple niggas on the low\nFor the grind to be a green light\nI had to turn my back on a couple hoes\nI know they didn't mean right\nI'd do anything to get it though\nYou should know that it's a green light\nA green light, a green light\n[Verse 2: Future]\nYeah, I take the six and six and play my position\nThe sort of position that floods me with Benz's\nI go to the level my Guinness cause my fingers are itchy\nYou haters ain't number the target\nYou ain't nothin' but a bargain\nMy niggas out here, who'll be starvin'\nThey knock you out with their carbon\nI'll stay the side to margin\nI took my bitches far, give me my style and I'm the hardest\nI took my girl to Pluto, I spare you nigga what you don't know\nThe AP love the who though\nI look at time like peso\nWalla walla walla, don't want me to pull a shotta\nYour mommies call me papa\nAll my bitches call me dada\nTwo cups of the lean in the moon and\nMy trap and lean is boomin'\nAn often parable for success is nigga keep on movin' [Chorus: Future]\nI know some niggas who've been snitchin' on the low\nI know they didn't seem right\nI done splat a couple niggas on the low\nFor the grind to be a green light\nI had to turn my back on a couple hoes\nI know they didn't mean right\nI'd do anything to get it though\nYou should know that it's a green light\nA green light, a green light\n[Outro: Trouble]\nNiggas all about passin'\nI don't know what the fuck a pass is\nEither you in or you out\nGreen light" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Addicted with the following description: Ed mentions in the Part 2 of his tour diary that he did this song when he was 12 years old, and the “singing is dreadful, the song-writing is dreadful, the guitar playing is dreadful”\nYou can watch the video here!\nhttp://youtu.be/LQ6s7-SJDV0 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI think I took too much\nI'm addicted to your touch\nBut I'm crying\nIn shame again\n[Hook 1]\nAnd now I'm high as a kite\nAnd I know I might be gone\nWhen you get home\n[Verse 2]\nOh well, we've come this far\nYou're my Venus\nAnd I'm your Mars\nAnd we've passed the moon and stars\nAnd I'm gone\n[Hook 2]\nBut now I'm high as a kite\nAnd I know I might be gone\nWhen you get home\nI'm high as a kite\nAnd I know I'm almost gone\nWhen you get home [Outro]\nSo please come home" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called If They Let Us with the following description: “If They Let Us” is a collaboration between Rihanna, artist Roy Nachum and poet Chloe Mitchell. The poem is featured on the album art of Rihanna’s eighth studio album ANTi as a braille overlay. The poem came about after a night of drinking and laughing and is the first time an album has incorporated braille into its packaging. Rihanna explained her choice of braille as, “sometimes those with sight are the blindest”.\nThis poem was split in two parts across the front and back covers, and the liner notes featured four more poems written by Nachum.\nMitchell explained to Rolling Stone:\nIt’s about being misunderstood, but still standing out and doing what you feel is right for you. It’s about not conforming to what society says you should be and being a leader in your own right…Being misunderstood is not a bad thing. Everyone won’t understand what you’re trying to do when you have a genius. If you stand your ground and are comfortable with who you are, nothing else matters. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sometimes fear that I am misunderstood.\nIt is simply because what I want to say,\nwhat I need to say, won't be heard.\nHeard in a way I so rightfully deserve.\nWhat I choose to say is of so much substance\nThat people just won't understand the depth of my message.\nSo my voice is not my weakness,\nIt is the opposite of what others are afraid of.\nMy voice is my suit and armor,\nMy shield, and all that I am.\nI will comfortably breath [sic] in it, until I find the moment to be silent.\nI live loudly in my mind, so many hours of the day.\nThe world is pin drop sound compared to the boom\nThat thumps and bumps against the walls of my cranium.\nI live it and love it and despise it and I am entrapped in it.\nSo being misunderstood, I am not offended by the gesture, but honored.\nIf they let us..." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Easy Bake with the following description: “Easy Bake” is the second track on Jay Rock’s sophomore album, 90059.\nThe song features fellow “Top Dawg Ent.” members Kendrick Lamar and SZA. While production credits come from THANKGOD4CODY, The Antydote, and Chris Calor.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Part I]\n[Produced by Antydote, thankgod4cody & Chris Calor]\n[Intro: Jay Rock]\nThis shit is fresh out the oven\nFresh out the oven\n[Verse 1: Jay Rock]\nI'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up\nStackin' my dividends\nStraight out that gutta so you know just what you dealin' with\nHighly belligerent\nBut that's way before the liquor hits\nRoll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies\nCrush her so good, she all on my timeline now\nLookin', lookin', she tryna sabatoge my thing\nNever go brazy when you're deep inside the pink\nI'm lowkey like a drug dealer\nSo don't snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga\nMind your business, I minds mine, let's get rich, my nigga\nTake our family on trips, my nigga\nBut if you try me then your wig I'ma split, my nigga\nAnd I ain't tryna kill my own kind\nBut we always losin' to the wrong place at the wrong time, no lie\nAnd they wonder why us niggas always get high\nSpend a thou-wow on it just to get fly\nAnother thou-wow on it just to get by\nFuck it, only got one life to live\nGotta push it to the limit, do it big like [Chorus: Jay Rock]\nWhat? This shit is fresh out the oven\nWhip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble\nBig bank rolls, either hate it or love it\nIt's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin'\nJust as long as you thuggin', yeah it's fresh out the oven\nWhip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble\nBig bank rolls, either hate it or love it\nIt's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin'\nJust as long as you thuggin'\nBig bank rolls, just as long as you thuggin'\nWhip game cold, just as long as you thuggin'\n[Verse 2: Jay Rock]\nI pull up and park, hop out and swag\nGrab the Glock out the trunk, other Glock in the stash\nJust a regular nigga, with no chains or nothin'\nIf I do get some shines, you try to snatch\nThere's repercussions, and concussions\nYou know what's after that, end of discussions\nI came a long way from eatin' free lunches\nFrom Mary County checks to makin' these numbers\nOh Lord, I'm just reminiscin'\nCould it be some intervention on some inner vision?\nI don't know, 'cause I'm just goin' with the flow\nWhatever's required, I got it goin' for the low [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & \nJay Rock\n]\nAh, I parted ways with my old self, I'm a new man\nNew face with a new stone and the blue van\nBlew weight on a bad day with my loosie\nSuitcase full of merchandise, that's my new plan\nThis my new wave, this my new tan\nThis my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand\nThis my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends\nAnd I don't do trends\nFuck it though I'll ride with you then!\nBring the troops in\nI'll fuck around and let 'em loose then\nWe'll give 'em blues then\nOh fuck it, call me Bobby \"Blue\" Bland\nAye you a fool man\nRidin' by you\n, \nswervin\n' at the intersection\nBaby come and get your blessin'\nAnd she gon' fuck with this erection\nI got somethin' good for all these hoes\nShe gotta want the Betty 'fore I call these hoes\nNow if I paid for your dress and your perm\nThat means you an investment, bitch\nI'ma need my dough in return\n[Part II] [Radio Interlude]\nWe reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my nigga Jay Rock and this is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ Turn-Up\nI don't turn down nuttin' but my collar\nI ain't turnin' down no money\nAnd I ain't turnin' down no mothafuckin' fade\nNow bitch if you're pushin' up the freak with your orangutan-lookin' ass, take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch\n[Verse 1: SZA]\nItchin' for a climax lasting past 11:30\nDo you got it like that, do you really got it like that?\nItchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface\nI ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that?\nYou keep talkin' 'bout time, I got none\nYou can find me where\nThe sun don't never end and the waves don't part\nYou don't pay enough of my rent, don't start\nI got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly\nAnd I don't wanna waste another hour\nReally need to take another shower\nDirty for you\n[Verse 2: Jay Rock]\nNow this that big shell fishscale\nBMX on the ramp with the fishtail\nPegs on the front, we gon' get there\nWe 4 deep at a swapmeet, don't need a 5th wheel\nThis bitch steal whoever if situations get real\nThis that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles\nGet buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle\nShow your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts)\nAnd show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus\nRollin' up that boondock, some call it moon rock\nGotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock\nGotta do what I do to remain on\nSo all a nigga need is good love when I come home\nCause the baby's gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately\nAnd I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too brazy\nFugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet\nGive you thug passion\n, how you walkin' around knock-kneed\nI'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed\nShow you how to get it and get away with it scott free" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Take a Bow with the following description: “Take a Bow” is about Rih’s not wanting to rekindle her relationship with an unfaithful ex. She’s tired of hearing his excuses and wants to let him know it’s over for good.\nThe song (along with “Disturbia”) was of two new songs recorded for Good Girl Gone Bad: Reloaded. The song debuted at #53 and peaked at #1—marking the second largest leap to number one in the history of the Billboard charts—a feat that only Maroon 5’s “Makes Me Wonder” surpasses. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nOh, how about a round of applause?\nYeah, a standing ovation\nOoh, whoa, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[Verse 1]\nYou look so dumb right now\nStanding outside my house\nTrying to apologize\nYou're so ugly when you cry\nPlease, just cut it out\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not\nBaby, when I know you're only sorry you got caught\n[Chorus]\nBut you put on quite a show (Ooh, oh)\nReally had me going\nBut, now, it's time to go (Ooh, oh)\nCurtain's finally closing\nThat was quite a show (Ooh, oh)\nVery entertaining\nBut it's over now (But it's over now)\nGo on and take a bow [Verse 2]\nOh, oh\nGrab your clothes and get gone (Get gone)\nYou better hurry up\nBefore the sprinklers come on (Come on)\nTalkin' 'bout \"Girl, I love you, you're the one\"\nThis just looks like the re-run\nPlease, what else is on? (Oh, oh)\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not (Mmm)\nBaby, when I know you're only sorry you got caught\n[Chorus]\nBut you put on quite a show (Ooh, oh)\nReally had me going\nBut, now, it's time to go (Ooh, oh)\nCurtain's finally closing\nThat was quite a show (Ooh, oh)\nVery entertaining\nBut it's over now (But it's over now)\nGo on and take a bow\n[Bridge]\nOh, and the award for the best liar goes to you (Goes to you)\nFor making me believe\nThat you could be faithful to me\nLet's hear your speech, oh\nHow 'bout a round of applause?\nA standing ovation [Chorus]\nBut you put on quite a show (Ooh, oh)\nReally had me going\nNow, it's time to go (Ooh, oh)\nCurtain's finally closing\nThat was quite a show (Ooh, oh)\nVery entertaining\nBut it's over now (But it's over now)\nGo on and take a bow\nBut it's over now" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called CAROUSEL (Demo) with the following description: This track is the unofficial demo for Travis Scott’s August 2019 track, “CAROUSEL”, a collaboration with Frank Ocean. While there are multiple similarities between the two versions, this track only features two verses and removes the intro and choruses. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Travis Scott]\nYeah, yeah\nParked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in, yeah (Ya!)\nDon't need a vacation, I need a replacement, uh (Alright!)\nBustin' the lights out soon as we came in, yeah (It's lit!)\nWhat're they talkin' about, what's it pertainin' (Yeah, yeah)\nNeed me a therapist to ask if I'm aging (Ya!)\nThis M-E-D it feel caved in (Ya!)\nAll of my demons invadin'\nI live paranoid, hesitatin'\nThey bitin', they bitin', the cadence (Skrt, skrt)\nGo out their way, it's okay (Skrt, skrt)\nJust lock the doors at the basement (Skrt, skrt)\nI got a gate with my face in it\n[Verse 2: Travis Scott]\nYeah\nIcy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah\nMixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah\nTrying to be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue, yeah\nPut 84s on lanes, I ride by you think it is spokes ('Pokes), uh\nWe did it, we said it, we spoke ('Poke), yeah\nWe put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh\nThis is at home, right down the street, from Alamo (Straight up)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Believer (Remix) with the following description: The remix to Imagine Dragons‘ hit single, “Believer,” debuted nearly two years after its original release. The band is accompanied by Lil Wayne who lends a verse reflecting the original thematic of embracing pain as a tool for personal growth.\nThe track was first performed live during the band’s halftime performance at the 2019 National College Football Championship. This is the second time the band has worked with a rapper on one of their own songs after their successful collaboration with Kendrick Lamar on the remix to “Radioactive.”\nCoincidentally, “Believer” debuted during Super Bowl LI while the remix premiered during the 2019 College Football Championship. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Dan Reynolds]\nFirst things first\nI'ma say all the words inside my head\nI'm fired up and tired of\nThe way that things have been-oh, ooh\nThe way that things have been-oh, ooh\n[Verse 2: Dan Reynolds]\nSecond thing second\nDon't you tell me what you think that I could be\nI'm the one at the sail\nI'm the master of my sea-oh, ooh\nThe master of my sea-oh, ooh\n[Pre-Chorus: Dan Reynolds]\nI was broken from a young age\nTakin' my sulkin' to the masses\nWritin' my poems for the few\nThat look at me, took to me, shook to me, feelin' me\nSingin' from heartache from the pain\nTakin' my message from the veins\nSpeakin' my lesson from the brain\nSeein' the beauty through the...\n[Chorus: Dan Reynolds]\nPain! You made me a, you made me a\nBeliever, believer\nPain! You break me down, you build me up\nBeliever, believer\nPain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain\nMy life, my love, my drive, it came from...\nPain! You made me a, you made me a\nBeliever, believer [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]\nFirst things first\n, \ncan you imagine what's about to happen?\nIt's Weezy the dragon, I link with the Dragons\nAnd we gon' get ratchet, \nno need for imaginin'\nThis is what's happenin'\nSecond thing second\n, I reckon immaculate\nSound about accurate\nI know that strength, it don't come without strategy\nI know that sweet, it don't come without cavities\nI know the passages come with some traffic\nI start from the basement, end up in the attic\nAnd \nthird thing third\nWhoever count me out, they simply can't count\nLet's get mathematic\n, I'm up in this, huh\nIs you a believer?\nI get a unicorn out of a zebra\nI wear my uniform like a tuxedo\nThis dragon don't hold his breath, don't need a breather\nLove you, Miss Cita, the son of a leader\nI know the bloomin' don't come without rain\nI know the losin' don't come without shame\nI know the beauty don't come without…\nHold up, hold up, hold up\nLast thing last\nI know that Tunechi don't come without Wayne\nI know that losin' don't come without game\nI know that beauty don't come without\nDon't come without… [Chorus: Dan Reynolds]\nPain! You made me a, you made me a\nBeliever, believer\nPain! You break me down and build me up\nBeliever, believer\nPain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain\nMy life, my love, my drive, it came from...\nPain! You made me a, you made me a\nBeliever, believer\n[Verse 4: Dan Reynolds]\nLast things last\nBy the grace of the fire and the flames\nYou're the face of the future\nThe blood in my veins-oh, ooh\nThe blood in my veins-oh, ooh\n[Pre-Chorus: Dan Reynolds]\nBut they never did, ever lived, ebbin' and flowin'\nInhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down\nIt rained down, like...\n[Chorus: Dan Reynolds]\nPain! You made me a, you made me a\nBeliever, believer\nPain! You break me down and build me up\nBeliever, believer\nPain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain\nMy life, my love, my drive, it came from...\nPain! You made me a, you made me a\nBeliever, believer" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called No New Friends with the following description: The first official single from “Tied For First”. So far, only Stunna’s verse has leaked.\nhttp://imgur.com/0oUA5DlExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced by 40]\n[Intro: Drake]\nYeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming\n[Hook: Drake]\nNo new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new\nStill here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say\nNo new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new\nI still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need\nNo new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new\nI stay down from day one so I say\nFuck all y'all niggas except my niggas\nFuck all y'all niggas except my niggas\nOne more time\nFuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas\nFuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say\n(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)\n[Verse One: Clip]\nY'all niggas don't matter, you're really unimportant\nFinna hit it, get it stacked up, you already support it\nSpitting flow so sick that my vision get distorted\nSlow it down for you niggas, can't afford to miss a moment\nFast-forward mass euphoria\nGet it from my story, yeah\nMe and Stunna met before we thought the fame in store for us\nThrew a couple lines down, thought it was stupid\nWrote it for my nigga, wasn't really into music\nThat was three years ago, now this is what I'm doing\nDiving in the game, feeling like I'm parachuting\nIma win it all, I ain't really into losing\nAll I'm losing is my mind, isn't like I ever use it\nIma bring it hard, industry will get bruises\nI'm a hard choice but a nigga finna choose it\nMy friends and I a package deal\nAll this time and I haven't still made any [Hook]\n[Verse Two: P-Stunna]\nSigned a contract with Paper Stunnas in 11\nSince then in the studio, that's heaven\nCause I'm with my brother, and Nameless making cash\nRollin with no other cause new niggas'll get in your ass\nThat's why I been in the same studio\nThis humid cubicle\nSince I was rockin skinnies and bumpin Snoop D-O\nFucking unruly hoes\nPaper Stunnas never disappoint\nFrom emotional tracks to the hottest joints\nThat's why I be with the illest team\nIn the industry\nNo one as ill as we\nPackin delivery\nRollin with the same niggas since the beginning\nI swear to Jah the only new people I meet is the women\n[Hook]\n[Outro: Future]\nFuck all y'all niggas except my niggas\nFuck them other niggas cuz' I'm down for my niggas" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Outside with the following description: “Outside” serves as the third track off of ZAYN’s third studio album, Nobody is Listening. This calm guitar tune is solely produced by Charlie Handsome.\nZAYN reflects on a breakup with his partner.\nHe is determined to keep showing love and devotion, hoping that they can accept him back despite past troubles that the two faced.\nThe song was confirmed to appear on the album when ZAYN posted a trailer with snippets of all songs from the album on his 28th birthday and three days before its release, on January 12, 2021. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nOh, yeah\nOh, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOh, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOh, oh, oh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nTwo wrongs make no right\nWhen it's left, at least we tried (Oh)\nI'll be back tonight (Oh, yeah)\nI'll let you decide\n[Chorus]\nTo leave my life outside\nLeave my life outside\nLeave my life outside\nOr let me in, or let me in\n[Verse 1]\nI know I'm always in my head\nBut some things, they must be said\nHurts me when I think about it\nSomeone else bein' in your bed\nI know I'm not so innocent\nBut the love I had for you was real\nHope it hurts you when you think about it\nThe both of us just have to dip [Refrain]\nT-shirt that you're wearing, that's my favorite\nFirst time that I touched you, you could save it\n[Pre-Chorus]\nTwo wrongs make no right\nWhen it's left, at least we tried (Oh)\nI'll be back tonight (Oh, yeah)\nI'll let you decide\n[Chorus]\nTo leave my life outside\nLeave my life outside\nLeave my life outside\nOr let me in, or let me in\n[Verse 2]\nIt wasn't all bad, now, was it?\nAll the things that we've been through\nThe way you snuck out of your parents'\nJust you and me up on the roof\nWe didn't have much, but, yeah, we did it\nStarin' at the perfect view\nDo I keep the dog or do you want him?\nWhen I look at him, I think of you [Refrain]\nThe T-shirt that you're wearing, that's my favorite\nDamn, I really thought that we would make it, yeah\n[Pre-Chorus]\nTwo wrongs make no right\nWhen it's left, at least we tried (At least we tried, yeah)\nI'll be back tonight (I'll be back)\nI'll let you decide\n[Chorus]\nSo leave my shit outside\nLeave all of my shit outside\nLeave my life outside\nOh-oh, or let me in" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Coming Soon with the following description: “Coming Soon” is was released as the ninth track on Queen’s 1980 album The Game. The song was written by Queen’s drummer Roger Taylor, with him on lead vocal along with Freddie Mercury. “Coming Soon” was recorded in June of 1979, making it the first Queen song to be recorded using synthesizers. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nUuuh, uuuh, uuuh\nOh, o-ooh, ooh, ooh\n[Verse 1]\nI get some headaches\nWhen I hit the heights\nLike in the morning\nAfter crazy nights, yeah\nLike some mother-in-law\nIn her nylon tights\n[Chorus]\nThey're always, they're always\nThey're always, they're always\nComing soon, coming soon\nOn the outside, of the tracks\n[Verse 2]\nYou take them, the same old babies\nWith the same old toys\nThe neighbors screaming\nWhen the noise annoys\nSomebody nagging you\nWhen you are out with the boys [Chorus]\nThey're always, they're always\nThey're always, they're always\nComing soon. coming soon\nOn the outside, of the tracks\n[Bridge]\nThey're, they're\nThey're, tonight\n[Chorus]\nThey're always, they're always\nThey're always, they're always\nComing soon, coming soon\nOn the outside, of the tracks\n[Outro]\nComing soon, coming soon\nOn the outside, of the tracks" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Barely Sober with the following description: On “Barely Sober”, Belly is joined by legend Lil Wayne for a drug infused ballad with intentionally trippy production for them to rap about their drug use on.\nThis is the 9th track for Belly’s 2016 album *Another Day In Paradise. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Hook: Belly]\nTrap, trapping with the money in the sofa\nAll I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma\nMy whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\n[Verse 1: Belly]\nTold her stay and listen, you can pay attention\nYou can say \nit's tripping\n just to pay tuition\nYou can say you're different, that don't make a difference\nJust like all the bitches I know\nWon't catch me slipping, I'm just syrup sipping\nI don't pose for pictures, I'm just being different\nI'm too real with it but you're always tripping\nJust like all the bitches I know\n[Refrain: Belly]\nVibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you\nVibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you\nVibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you\nSlide, I might just pull up and slide with you\n[Hook: Belly]\nTrap, trapping with the money in the sofa\nAll I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma\nMy whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]\nI ain't never sober, Codeine in the soda\nKush from California, coke across the border\nDrugs get imported, love ain't important\nThese niggas ain't important\nThese niggas ain't my whodies\nI got baggies baggies baggies\nShe got a fatty and it's tatted\nI got a habit and it's tragic\nBut fuck it, if I die I'm high I'm happy\nOMG it's Tunechi Lee, I sip, I drink\nPop two, pop three\nAnd just be free and just be me\nThey will critique I just keep keep\nI'm pouring up and slowing down\nWe going up, it's going down\nWe throwing up because you know that more than enough is never enough\nWe pour a little more in her cup and measure it for what\nAnd these bitches already know we setting them up\nGotta bump it like some motherfuckin' exzema bumps\nThey naked in pumps\nMy goons say they're checkin' the chumps\nAnd when it comes to drugs never give up\nYoung Mulah!\n[Hook: Belly]\nTrap, trapping with the money in the sofa\nAll I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma\nMy whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)\nOh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) [Refrain: Belly]\nVibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you\nVibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you\nVibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you\nSlide, I might just pull up and slide with you" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Wake Me Up with the following description: In honor of the death of world renowned Swedish DJ Avicii (real name Tim Bergling), cinematic producer Tommee Profitt takes it upon himself to create a dramatic piano tribute to his hit song “Wake Me Up”. To carry the lyrics of the song, Profitt collaborates with his good friend Fleurie the give the song more depth vocally, adding to the emotional medley of the piano.\nBergling was found dead on April 20th, 2018, committing suicide through self-inflicted injuries. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nFeeling my way through the darkness\nGuided by a beating heart\nI can't tell where the journey will end\nBut I know where to start\nThey tell me I'm too young to understand\nThey say I'm caught up in a dream\nWell, life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes\nWell, that's fine by me\n[Chorus]\nSo wake me up when it's all over\nWhen I'm wiser and I'm older\nAll this time, I was finding myself\nAnd I didn't know I was lost\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh\n[Verse 2]\nI tried carrying the weight of the world\nBut I only have two hands\nI hope I get the chance to travel the world\nBut I don't have any plans\nWish that I could stay forever this young\nNot afraid to close my eyes\nLife's a game made for everyone\nAnd love is the prize [Chorus]\nSo wake me up when it's all over\nWhen I'm wiser and I'm older\nAll this time, I was finding myself\nAnd I didn't know I was lost\nSo wake me up when it's all over\nWhen I'm wiser and I'm older\nAll this time, I was finding myself\nAnd I, I didn't know I was lost\nI didn't know I was lost\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\n[Chorus]\nSo wake me up when it's all over\nWhen I'm wiser, when I'm older\nAll this time, I was finding myself\nAnd I, I didn't know I was lost\nI didn't know I was lost\nI didn't know I was lost" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Where is the Love* with the following description: “Where is the Love” is one of a few demos by electronic dancehall group Major Lazer featuring frequent collaborator Nyla. The song leaked online in the form of a snippet via hacker group MusicMafia on March 11th 2018. The song was not intended for release in this form and will now most likely be scrapped or reproduced. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse: Nyla]\nSo say what you say to me\nHow do I get here\nSo where is our love" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Reunion with the following description: In “The Reunion”, Eminem and Royce return to their horrorcore roots with a song full of misogynistic lyrics.\nThe lyrics spin a narrative told in the first person with alternating narrators (Em' and Royce). Each narrator begins by telling a separate story, although both stories are occurring simultaneously. Towards the end of the final verse, the two separate narratives merge together.\nThis is very similar to the cinematic technique of using a split screen to show two different characters in different places. Eventually, the two meet up and the split is removed to show both characters in the same scene.\nThe song samples “Walk Like The Dead” by Sid Roams at 1:55:\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRmFN2wDzZU#t=125\nIt also contains a sample of “Bagpipes from Baghdad” from Eminem’s Relapse album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Eminem, \nRoyce da 5'9\"\n, \nBoth\n]\nAyo (\nAyy\n), this next song (This next song) is a true story (Is a true story) (Come here, bitch!) (\nAh!\n)\n'Cause some things in this universe \ndon't make sense\nBut \nsomehow always seem to fuckin' work\n[Verse 1: Eminem]\nFlying down I-75, 'bout to hop on 696\nI look over, this fuckin' chick's tryna fix\nHer makeup, I'm like, \"Bitch, you ain't a plastic surgeon\nI advise ya to put up your visor, \nI'm gettin' kinda ticked\nYou're blockin' my side mirror,\" \nshe's like, \"Yeah, so?\"\nI'm like, \"So? You gon' need a stitch you keep acting like that, ho\nI look like your husband, slut?\" That's a rhetorical question\nYou talk to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up\nIn fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates\nNo bitch rides shotgun;\n what? Taxi?\nStop and pick you some Maxi Pads up?\nIs that what you actually ask me? *Smack*\nBitch reaches over and smacks me\nSays I annoy the fuck out her, get the fuckin' bag\nPut on your slut powder, you slut, what?\nAnd shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt\nWorse than my last chick when I accidentally butt dialed her\nAnd she heard me spreadin' AIDS rumors about her\nTurn the radio up louder, make it thump\nWhile I bump that Relapse CD\nTryna hit every bump in that cunt\nThought I snapped back into accents\n'Cause she kept asking me to quit calling her \"cunt\"\nI said, \"I can't!\" She said [Chorus: Eminem]\nMarshall, you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh\nYou're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?\n'Cause you're breakin' my heart (She said)\nYou're breakin' my heart (Heart, 'cause)\n'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh\nYou're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?\n'Cause you're breakin' my heart (She said)\nYou're breakin' my heart\n[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”]\nUh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto\nWhile Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central\nI walk up in there lookin' at my phone, on Twitter, tweetin'\nI'm feelin' a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesin'\nI get approached by this little skeezer, she asked me\n\"Am I the realest G? 'Cause I'm Gucci from head to feet\"\nI said, \"Yeah, I'm really is, 'cause I spit in your man's face\nLike Cam did that little kid on Killin' Season\"\nShe said, \"I'm feelin' your big ego, wait, am I talkin' wrong?\"\nI said, \"Nah, I'm a walkin' Kanye/Beyoncé song\"\nShe said, \"I'm mad at you\" I said, \"Why?\" She said\n\"Why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?\"\nI said, \"I make songs for me, leave the studio, and go\nAnd fuck the bitch who belong to who making songs for you\"\nShe said, \"I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow\nCan we hook up?\" I said, \"Umm, you just used the word swagger\nSo, no!\"\n She said [Chorus: Eminem]\nYou ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh\nYou're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?\n'Cause you're breakin' my heart (She said)\nYou're breakin' my heart (Heart, 'cause)\n'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh\nYou're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?\n'Cause you're breakin' my heart (She said)\nYou're breakin' my heart\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nWe been riding around in this hatchback 'til I'm fuckin' hunchback\nWhere the fuck's this party at, slutbag cunt? Cut what act?\nThink it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryna shag, skuzz\nBetter find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at\nAh, don't touch that,\n \nyou fat dyke!\nI'm tryna hear some \"Bagpipes from Baghdad\"\nDon't act like you don't like 'em, them accents, I rap tight\nAnd I'mma torture you 'til we find this place (Oh!),\n yeah, that's right\n(It's music to my ears!)\nThought it was just past this light, and just past Van Dyke\nBetter hit that map light, read them directions, oh yeah\nYou can't read, and you can't write, you told me that last night\nShe took my CD out the deck, snapped it in half like *snap*\n\"Relapse sucked,\" I snapped,\n hit the gas like\nBlew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice\nForgot we had a trailer hitched to the back\n, we jackknifed (\nAh!\n)\nBitch flew out the car, I laughed like she deserved it\nShe didn't think I'd act like that in person\n(Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club) [Verse 4: Royce da 5’9” & \nEminem\n]\nTell him I'll be there in a minute *glass breaks*\nI'm tryna break up this catfight\nBetween my mistress and damn wife\nThen a chick wanted a hug, she was fat, so I gave her dap\nThen I tell her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm cute *smooch*\nOn my way to the front door, takin' the scenic route\nTo avoid this chick with a lace front\nLookin' like Venus's and Serena's hooves\nI'm just sayin', them chicks got horse asses, they been attractive\nHope when they see me\nThey don't slap me with they tennis racquets\nMy mind drifted, back to this shit: I see my wife, push her down (Ah!)\nStep over her body, then smack the mistress *smack* (Ah!)\nPolice outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis\nThen I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin\n (\nUgh\n)\nHe mugs the mistress, turns around\nAnd gives the missus hugs and kisses *smooches*\nLooks at me twisted, like Nickel \n(\"Yeah, watch this shit\")\nHe smacks the dentures out of the mouth\nOf the fat bitch he rolled with, and looks back to mention\n\"Royce, it's good to be back to business!\"\n (\nHaha\n)\n[Chorus: Eminem & \nRoyce da 5'9\"\n]\nThey said\n, you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh\nYou're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?\n'Cause you're breakin' our hearts (They said)\nYou're breakin' our hearts (Hearts, 'cause)\n'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh\nYou're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?\n'Cause you're breakin' our hearts (They said)\nYou're breakin' our hearts (Hearts)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Guilty Conscience with the following description: From Wiz’s mixtape Taylor Allderdice.\nProduced by Sparky Banks, the vibe of this song is reminiscent of his Cabin Fever days. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]\nYeah, nigga\n[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]\nUh, I'm higher than a plane and I don't wanna land\nEvery time I speak I see a hundred grand\nRollin' so much weed it's like the motherland\nI ain't talkin' English, I'm talkin' rubber bands\nJacksons, Franklins, either one of them\nYou ain't talkin' paper, dawg, so you don't understand\nSpazzin' on these niggas, bitch I'm goin' H.A.M\nTaxin' all these niggas call me Uncle Sam\nRappin' got me on the beach relaxin'\nSmokin' OG, by the LB now the Ocean's filled with ashes\nAnd niggas keep on hatin', I just roll one get my cash and\nHear 'em talk 'bout what they gon' do, but I know that ain't gon' happen\n[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]\nWhen you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money\nThen you thinkin' bout us\nWhen you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted\nThen you thinkin' bout us\nWhen you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live\nThen you thinkin' bout us\nWhen you think of who really out here doin' it big\nThen you thinkin' bout us [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]\nI roll 'em faster than a train and I don't wanna stop\nNiggas say \"Need a verse\", they fifty grand a pop\nSmokin' on the best, graded at the top\nFinish up another tour and buy another watch\nFly a new plane, board another yacht\nDo another show, I'm out here gettin' paid, but you will never know\nMy cheese so long, my weed so strong, think I'ma overdose\nUhh, man I'm back in it\nMCM bag, loud pack in it\nTry turn down but I can't get it\nI'ma roll one, pass it around 'til everybody in the room can't finish\nYou a fuck nigga so you can't hit it\nBall so hard that you can't win it\nSo much money, bank can't fit it\nHad my own style 'til you ran wit it\nOG kush I'm the man wit it\n[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]\nWhen you think of a gang of real niggas spendin' money\nThen you thinkin' bout us\nWhen you think of who came in here bought anything they wanted\nThen you thinkin' bout us\nWhen you think of some niggas who gon' get it how they live\nThen you thinkin' bout us\nWhen you think of who really out here doin' it big\nThen you thinkin' bout us [Interview: Rob Markman & \nWiz Khalifa\n]\nRecently, you-you wrote a letter to your fans\nAnd it was about, umm, four or five paragraphs\nAnd um, about two sentences said\n“Rolling Papers, maybe I would’ve done it different.”\nHonestly, that was just me being, um, real with myself\nAnd real with my fans\nYou know, Rolling Papers was a learning experience\nJust like how everything was\nAnd um, me getting with a label and trying new things\nLike I say, I'm not a stubborn person\nSo, I work with different people\nI write different records that people may say that they like, you know what I'm sayin'?\nSo, you gotta try different things, you gotta do different things\nBut um, when you talk about longevity\nYou can't base that on one year or six months\nOr eight months or anything like that\nSo um, really I was just speaking to anybody who was riding with me for the long run\nAnd who's looking for the next thing for me to do" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Bad Guys Always Die with the following description: “Bad Guys Always Die”, sometimes also referred to as “Showdown”, is about Dr. Dre and Eminem starting out as enemies then coming together to become friends chasing a certain someone. It incorporates several (altered) lines from the Beastie Boys song “Paul Revere”.\nThe track originally appeared on the Wild Wild West soundtrack, and was later included on The Slim Shady LP (Expanded Edition) to celebrate the 20th Anniversary of Eminem’s debut album The Slim Shady LP. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nThe Wild, ha-ha\nThe Wild West\nHa, ride\n[Verse 1: Dr. Dre & \nEminem\n]\nAll you see is the sun reflectin' off of the gun\nReady for the showdown to go down at one\nSweat on my brow, let's settle it now\nI'ma show you how real cowboys get down\nI'm polishin' gold, waitin' for this drama to unfold\nI got a blunt rolled\nFeelin' bold, gangsta's blood runs cold\nIt's time to reload this old .45 colt\nThe wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty\nBust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty\nIt's past noon, he should be here soon\nSip a little moonshine inside a saloon\nAll of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs\nSounds like a thousand wolves\nI cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze\nI pose like a poster, he's closer than close\nI hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fights dirty\nBut I'ma put 30 inside him and leave early\nAnd just when I went to fill him with hot lead\nI put the gun to his head, and this is what he said\nYou never met me, you'll probably never see me again\nBut I know you, the name's Slim, you want revenge?\nThen don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you\nI'm telling the truth, I got a price on my head too\n'Cause when you- [Chorus]\nYou ride like a cowboy toward the sun\nAnd life ain't fun when you're on the run\nGot your gold and you got your gun\nBut life as an outlaw just begun\nGot your shotgun by your side\nGot your horse and you got your pride\nYou ride 'til there ain't no place to hide\nIt's sad 'cause the bad guys always die\n[Verse 2: Dr. Dre & \nEminem\n]\nHe was shady, I seen by the look on his face\nHe said, \"Take ten paces,\" shit, I took eight\nSpun around and I aimed straight for the brain\nMy shit went bang but it only fired a blank, he said\nYou need bullets, hurry up, run\nI put a clip in the gun and pointed at his lungs\nWe both drew at the same time and stood stunned\nGo ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want\nI figured he was tellin' the truth, that's why I didn't shoot\nSo what we gon' do? It's on you\nDo you recall when you and Snoop was a group?\n(The Chronic)\nWell, all we gotta do is find a map to part two\nAnd plus I know who's got it\nWho?\nSome old dude who's got 26 plaques\nAnd he already sold two\nLoaded up my saddle, got ready for battle\nHid two pieces of gold inside of my satchel\nWe rolled two miles until we hit the spot\nAn old ghost town that everybody forgot\nA place where they used to smoke chronic a lot\nSlim grabbed the shotgun\nDre, here's the plot\nThis is the spot, \nthey call him Doc Loveless\nHe's going around saying he took the game from us\nLet's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin'\nHe ain't got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach\nHe's got mechanical legs, he spins webs\nPlus he's well-respected by the hip-hop heads\nOur mission is to get him to stop layin' eggs\nAnd we can put him on his back down a flight of steps\nI drew two guns, spun them on my fingers\nKicked the swingin' doors in, started gun-slingin'\nI could hear somebody singin', it sounded like a \"G Thang\"\nAnd a verse from \"Keep Their Heads Ringin'\"\nI said, \"It's Dre's day,\" and started to spray\nIt's 1800, he pulls a AK\nHollow tips started flyin' every which way\nThat's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge\nI fired the first shot, spun his body around\nHe hit the ground and landed upside down\nDre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold\nI grabbed two girlies and a blunt that's rolled\n[Chorus]\nYou ride like a cowboy toward the sun\nAnd life ain't fun when you're on the run\nGot your gold and you got your gun\nThe life as an outlaw just begun\nGot your shotgun by your side\nGot your horse and you got your pride\nYou ride 'til there ain't no place to hide\nIt's sad 'cause the bad guys always die\nYou ride like a cowboy toward the sun\nAnd life ain't fun when you're on the run\nGot your gold and you got your gun\nBut life as an outlaw just begun\nGot your shotgun by your side\nGot your horse and you got your pride\nYou ride 'til there ain't no place to hide\nIt's sad 'cause the bad guys always die (Always die)\n[Outro]\nThe Wild, ha-ha\nThe Wild West\nHa-ha, ride, ha" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Legend with the following description: “Legend” is the hard-hitting opener to Drake’s surprise mixtape If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late.\nOn the track, Drake’s braggadocio goes 0 to 100, real quick as he flaunts his success. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced by PARTYNEXTDOOR]\n[Intro]\nYeah\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back\nI'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack\nIf I die, all I know is I'm a mothafuckin' legend\nIt's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin'\n[Chorus]\nOh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend\nOh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend\n[Verse 1]\nI'm up first, I'm on tour,\n \ngot a girl, she from the South\nUsed to work, used to dance in Texas, now she clean the house\nEveryday, I was strugglin' to learn what life's about\nOn my way, money taught me Spanish, make it ándale\nWay up north, packed in Honda cars\nThey don't know who we are\nFuck 'em all, they only pussy niggas shootin' at the star\nRight or wrong, I'ma write my wrongs\nThey can't live this long\nYou don't know where you're gonna go\nI got this shit mapped out strong [Pre-Chorus]\nWhen I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back\nI'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack\nAll I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend\nIt's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin'\n[Chorus]\nOh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend\nOh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend\n[Verse 2]\nI'm the one, one\nWhy do I feel like the only one?\nWhy do I feel like you owe me one?\n6 G-O-D, I'm the holy one\nYeah, you know wassup, yeah\nThey been off for a minute now\nYou know they all sentimental now\nYou know they all actin' different now\nAnd I, I just can't pretend\nSeen too much, it's so hard for me to let new people in\nI can't change, this shit set in stone\nThey can't live this long\nYou don't know where you're gonna go\nI got this shit mapped out strong [Pre-Chorus]\nWhen I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back\nI'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack\nAll I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend\nIt's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin'\n[Chorus]\nOh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend\nOh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend\n[Outro]\nI'm the one" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Man in The Mirror (MJ Tribute) with the following description: A little non-for-profit tribute that I made in memory of Michael Jackson, part of a three song project including Billie Jean, P.Y.T and Man in the Mirror.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Control]\nI'm looking right up to the sky and now I’m feeling energy\nI’m thinking bout the people that were looking back and telling me\nI’m never gonna make it, never gonna mount to nothing\nNow I'm looking down at them because my life is meaning something\nI wish that I could sing to try and say how I feel\nBut sometimes my tone of voice has these feelings it conceals\nI wish that i could me the man that you want me to be\nBut ive gotta go and be the man that i need myself to be\nBecause Ive got so many friends that are looking out for me\nAnd man im making all this music thats just got me feeling free\nIm thinking bout these songs and they always made me feel so special\nI just knew that they were right when they all said I had potential\nAnd I'm glad they were right, because now ive got a reason to be sleeping at night\nI’ve got a vision, got a goal, a new purpose in life, because that man in the mirrors making everything alright\n[Chorus: Michael Jackson]\nI'm starting with the man in the mirror\nI'm asking him to change his ways\nAnd no message could have been any clearer\nIf you wanna make the world a better place\nTake a look at yourself and then make a change\n[Verse 2: Control]\nSo now Im looking up because I’ve got a clearer vision\nOn a mission in my life go and end all the division\nTelevision tellings us that the whole world is turning rough\nBut there's no need afraid we just need to be standing tough\nLife is just a series of trials and tests, and bets so let's be the best set of people living yet\nWe’ve gotta be the generation to go make a difference, don't let your life just be another one of insignificance\nCuz The world has a history of making mistakes\nNever thinking of the difference that music can make\nLook at Michael's legacy and all the things he left behind\nAnd All the people he’s affected only happiness in mind\nGo find yourself in your very own reflection\nBecause one day you can tell that you’ll be staring at perfection\nDon't be stressing, dont be hating, cuz you know they’re underrating\nJust keep looking in the mirror then you know you can be stating\nThat I’m [Chorus: Michael Jackson]\nI'm starting with the man in the mirror\nI'm asking him to change his ways\nAnd no message could have been any clearer\nIf you wanna make the world a better place\nTake a look at yourself and then make a change" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Don’t Say with the following description: “Don’t Say” is about a lover fed up with the mistakes the partner makes, wanting to end the relationship.\nIt’s a track from New York City production duo The Chainsmokers, and features vocals from fellow NYC native and multi-time collaborator Emily Warren. The song is the fourth track off the duo’s debut LP Memories…Do Not Open and is the first of two songs on the album that Warren features on.\nWarren hinted at her involvement with The Chainsmokers' debut album in mid-January, 2017. On March 15, she confirmed the exact tracks she was involved in an Instagram post by saying,\ni’m beyond excited to say i wrote & am singing on “Don’t Say”, & “My Type”, and wrote on “The One” and “Wake Up Alone” ft. @jheneaiko Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nDroppin' bombs in cups of coffee\nYou said it hit you all at once\nI'm already tired and it's still mornin'\nThen you clear your throat\nDeep down I know that this is done\nYou tell me you're sorry and I'm laughin'\nYou say sometimes these things just don't work out\n'Cause you're only human, this shit happens\nWait, I don't mean to stop you\nBut darlin', I have to cut you off\n[Chorus]\nDon't say, don't say you're human\nDon't say, don't say it's not your fault\nI won't take the bait or these excuses that you're usin'\nDon't say, don't say you're human\n[Hook]\nDon't say, don't say\nDon't say, don't say\nDon't say you're human\n[Verse 2]\nSay you regret the way you acted\nCome on, admit you let me down\nSay that I'm better in your absence\nGo right ahead, say almost anything you want [Chorus]\nJust don't say, don't say you're human\nDon't say, don't say it's not your fault\nI won't take the bait or these excuses that you're usin'\nDon't say, don't say you're human\n[Hook]\nDon't say, don't say\nDon't say, don't say\nDon't say you're human\n[Chorus]\nDon't say, don't say you're human\nDon't say, don't say it's not your fault\nI won't take the bait or these excuses that you're usin'\nDon't say, don't say you're human\nJust don't say, don't say you're human\nDon't say, don't say it's not your fault\nI won't take the bait or these excuses that you're usin'\nDon't say, don't say you're human, oh\n[Hook]\nDon't say, don't say\nDon't say, don't say\nDon't say you're human [Outro]\nNo way, no way you're human\n[Spoken Outro: Emily Warren & \nAndrew Taggart\n & \nPhoebe Ryan\n & \nKIN\n]\nPause that!\nWe're in Zurich, at Lausanne and uh\nPausing\nReady?\nYeah, go\nThis is how the song starts\nHold on, hold on, wait what?\nShe's got a new song\nOkay, before you forget it, go\nOkay, qualms, qualms\nQualms, qualms, qualms, qualms\nQualms, qualms, qualms, qualms\nQualms, qualms\nThank you, goodnight!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Kill for You with the following description: “Kill for You” is a story of lovers, played by two characters—Eminem and Skylar Grey—and their feelings for each other. Skylar is so blindly in love with Marshall’s character that it’s become toxic for their relationship, to the point that she’d willingly murder someone for him, if need-be.\nThe song draws inspiration from Bonnie and Clyde, who are a couple known for their murderous robberies in the early 1930’s. Like Eminem and Skylar’s characters, they also had an unhealthy relationship.\nEminem wasn’t initially on the track-listing for Skylar’s album Natural Causes, but was added last minute. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Skylar Grey]\nOooooh\nOooooh\nOooooh\n[Hook: Skylar Grey]\nYou could make me a believer\nEven if that shit ain't true\nYou could make me commit murder\nBaby, I'd kill for you\n[Verse 1: Skylar Grey]\nIn my eyes\nEven if you are wrong, you are right\nEven if it's a terrible crime, it's alright\nCause I got your back, and I know you got mine\nI belong to the church of your name, Sing a song\n'Cause I worship the ground you walk on\nIf I pray for you, I know you'll be there\n[Hook: Skylar Grey]\nYou could make me a believer\nEven if that shit ain't true\nYou could make me commit murder\nBaby, I'd kill for you [Verse 2: Skylar Grey]\nIn my bed I believe every word that you've said\nJust a kiss and you make me forget\nAll the bad, the battles we lost, the bodies we hid\nYou don't know, just how far I'd be willing to go\nYou put the cracks into my moral code\nSo you can count on me to always be there\n[Hook: Skylar Grey]\nYou could make me a believer\nEven if that shit ain't true\nYou could make me commit murder\nBaby, I'd kill for you\n[Bridge: Skylar Grey]\nOh, lord, forgive my weary hands\nAnd for what they may do\nI'll carry out his evil plans\nIf he wants me to\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nIn your dream, you're drownin', I just waltz in and saved you\nI'm your alternate escape route, the altar you pray to\nYour ultimate savior, your behavior is altered\nAin't your fault 'cause I made you\nBrainwash and persuade you\nGibraltar, your faith'll never falter or waver\nOne you call to in danger, I'm your guardian angel\nNobody can tell you shit, you've already made your\nMind just follow me, babe, you\nWon't be sorry you stayed, you\nAlways ride, whatever the plan is\n'Til the end, even if I led us into an ambush\nEven if we robbed a First National and cops caught us redhanded\nThey're coming at us, and we're trapped with our backs up\nAgainst the wall, and it's too tall\nYou'd catapult me or hold the ladder for me\nStay back to get captured, take the fall\nYou make it all worth it\nBaby doll, you're perfect the way you are\nAccidents happen\nAll I know is you love me, that's really all that matters\nAnd any who cross our paths are just collateral damage\nAt your side, got your lateral, back, your front, diagonal\nBackwards, blackbirds, we attack like animals\nWhen they threaten what we have it's a natural reaction\nYou'll lay a bitch flat on her back in a second flat for me\nWho tries to take your man from you\nIt's blasphemy, another casualty, you'll go whatever route\nDo whatever you have to do, you'd blast for me\nI never doubt that\nThat's 'cause you [Hook: Skylar Grey]\nYou could make me a believer\nEven if that shit ain't true\nYou could make me commit murder\nBaby, I'd kill for you\n[\nGunshot\n]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called For Real with the following description: “For Real” is the sixth track on Lil Uzi Vert’s debut studio album released on August 25th, 2017, Luv is Rage 2. The song is produced by DJ Plugg and Bobby Kritical, who also had production collaborations with Future and 2 Chainz. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nDamn, DJ Plugg, you just kill—\nBobby Kritical\n[Verse 1]\nFor real, for real, for real, yeah\nSleep on 'em, that's Tempur-Pedic\nGet the green like it's kale, pockets, they fat just like Kenan\nTold her I love her, ain't mean it (What?), that's because her head the meanest (What?)\nYou heard that I am from Mars, I heard that you was from Venus (Okay)\nI met that bitch \nin a meeting\n (Ooh), I fucked that bitch from the meeting (Ooh)\nI been was planning to leave her (Ooh), so I just left it to Jesus\nYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n, \nLil Vert, like Gerald (Damn)\nTold that girl to cheer up, fucking that girl 'til she tear up\nHeard you fucked her, she embarrassed\nHeard your whip Gary Barbara (Eww)\nWait, for real? For real? For real?\nDiamonds, they wet like a seal, diamonds wet like Navy Seal\nHeard you drink lean, crack the seal, everybody know, it ain't real\n[Chorus]\nYou know I kept it for real, \nwalk around with it for real\nYou wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real\nAll of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's\nYeah, that's for real, for real, for real\nYou know I kept it for real, \nwalk around with it for real\nYou wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real\nAll of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's\nYeah, that's for real, for real, for real [Verse 2]\nWon't say no names, but my niggas, they pulled up\nYou niggas talk too much, get your mouth sewed up (Yeah)\nLook at my chain, throwing salt 'cause it's snowing\nVivienne West but my fur lookin' polar\nMy Gosha from Dover, I drive in the Rover\nHomie don't know me, don't get in my moment\nAll that sneak dissing, don't think that I ain't noticed\nI lift my door and I forgot to close it\nBoy, better keep it sealed (Huh), fuck around, get killed (Yeah)\nFuck around, get drilled, \ncut your hands if you steal (Damn)\nWhip it up like a meal, I just made me a mil' (Yup)\nMoney jumping out my pocket, tucking bands in my belt\nStop calling my phone, leave me alone\nI'm on TV with the VVs so I 3-D'd my stones, yeah\nWe really don't get along, \nshe anemic, I'm more chill\nHad to keep this shit for real, \nall the way to the beat build, yeah\n[Chorus]\nYou know I kept it for real, \nwalk around with it for real\nYou wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real\nAll of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's\nYeah, that's for real, for real, for real\nYou know I kept it for real, \nwalk around with it for real\nYou wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real\nAll of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's\nYeah, that's for real, for real, for real [Outro]\nMy diamonds real\nFor real, for real, for real" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Likka Sto 2 with the following description: This track was first previewed by Travis Scott on May 7, 2023 in Miami, Florida at the E11EVEN club where Travis Scott’s verse was first heard. Travis previewed the track once more on May 28, 2023, in at the Lilly’s Club Monte Carlo in Monaco.\nOn July 21, 2023, Lil Blessin' officially released the remix at midnight in New Zealand, but it was pulled soon after and didn’t drop elsewhere (Travis Scott’s verse was poorly mixed, which could’ve been a contributing factor to the delay). It was later released on October 13, alongside a music video.\nThe day after the track was released, the title was changed to “Likka Sto 2” — to prevent any confusion with the original — across all streaming platforms. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Lil Blessin]\nGo\n[Pre-Chorus: Lil Blessin]\nI wanna go to the liquor store\nShe wanna go to the liquor store\nI wanna go to the liquor store\nShe wanna go to the liquor store\nI wanna go to the liquor store\nShe wanna go to the liquor store\nI took a ho to the liquor store\nI hit your ho by the liquor store\nBoy, you a drunk, think I licked that ho\nGoofy ass nigga probably kissed that ho\nPlus, we be givin' out shots like the liquor store\nBlessin, when you finna go to the liquor store?\nI wanna go to the liquor store\nShe wanna go to the liquor store\nI wanna go to the liquor store\nShe wanna go to the liquor store\n[Chorus: Lil Blessin]\nTake a shot (Woo), shot (Woo), shot (Woo), shot (Bitch)\nShots (Go), shots (Go), shots (Damn), shots (Damn)\nShots (Go), shots (Shit), shots (Fuck), shots (Bitch)\nShot (Go), shot (Woo), shot, ayy bitch, take a— (Woo) [Verse 1: Lil Blessin]\nI'm the one makin' shit go up\nI'm the one makin' these hoes turn they ho up\nI'm already drunk than a fuck, I'm like, \"So what?\"\nI might drink me a bottle, Aceto and throw up\nYou drinkin' Moscato, you wanna be sober\nLike I went to the crib, I'm a Casamigo-la\n1942 like it's World War 2\nLike I bought you a drink you get shot out the blue (Go)\nI'm off the X, drinkin', liquor like water (Poof)\n.48 make it rain like Travis Porter (Tro)\nYou drunk off Taylor Port, bitch, you out of order\nBitch, you can't drink my bottle, you can't afford it\nWhere would I be without my bottle of Bossi?\nWe drink Bossi like bottle of water\nNasty lil' drunk ho, probably'll swallow\nLet her suck me up in the back of the 'Rari\n[Chorus: Lil Blessin]\nTake a shot (Woo), shot (Woo), shot (Woo), shot (Bitch)\nShots (Go), shots (Go), shots (Damn), shots (Damn)\nShots (Go), shots (Shit), shots (Fuck), shots (Bitch)\nShot (Go), shot (Woo), shot, ayy bitch, take a— (Woo)\n[Verse 2: Travis Scott & \nBIA\n]\nRunnin' my spot like 7-Eleven, I need it all day, no ten to four, yeah (It's lit)\nWay she drivin' the boat, I swear, I feel like Jack Sparrow, okay (Yeah)\nTold her, \"It's two to get in\" before she walk in inside of this door, yeah\nWay she takin' them shots, I swear, she drink enough for us both, okay\nMy lil' twins know we go down out in Fresno (Twin)\nSo much Cacti in this bitch it's like the BevMo! (Ah)\nKnow you like to bounce it, but know you got hands though (Bop it)\nWhat time it is? (Let's go)\nIt's shot o'clock, ayy (Yeah)\nShots, uh, thots, ayy, shots, uh, thots, ayy\nShots, uh, thots, ayy, shots, uh, thots (\nBIA, BIA\n) [Verse 3: BIA]\nI drink it straight out the bottle\nI do my lick like my nigga and swallow\nRidin' a stick, I'm going auto (Skrrt)\nAll of the drip, you needed goggles (Uh)\nI'm curvin' José when I'm off the Quavo (Uh)\nI'm in Atlanta, I'm actin' like I'm Quavo\nNiggas don't ask what I bring to the table\nIf he on my ass, then he havin' a plate full (Yeah)\nHe blew a bag at the liquor store\nWe in Chanel to go get some mo'\nHe callin' me, come and get yo' ho\nThat nigga burnt, he ain't lit no more, uh\nI cut him off like, \"Who's up next?\"\nSomeone get her nigga, he keep sendin' me these drunk texts, uh (Damn)\nBitch take a shot, what the fuck's his name?\nBitch, I can't believe I forgot (Damn)\nI'm outside all summer and you know the block is hot (Hot, hot)\nA bitch think that she heard, but I know she really not\n[Chorus: Lil Blessin & \nG Herbo\n]\nBitch, take a shot (Woo), shot (Woo), shot (Woo, \nknow we caught 'bout that liquor store\n)\nShots (Bitch), shots (Go), shots (Go), shots (Damn, \nknow we caught 'bout that liquor store\n)\nShots (Go), shots (Shit), shots (\nSwerv'\n), shots (\nWe finna go the store\n)\nShot (\nTake a shot\n), shot (\nShot\n), shot, ayy bitch, take a— (\nWe finna go to the—, ayy\n) [Verse 4: G Herbo]\nAyy, let's hit the liquor store\nSpend a G at the liquor store\nWe know we need some liquor, for sure\nWe ain't even call the bitches, though (We ain't even call the bitches, though)\nI don't even pull up with these many sticks\nBut foenem say they needed a kit (Fuck it)\nFreak bitch try and suck my dick\nHad to switch the whip 'cause I needed some tint (Yeah)\nUh, lil' bitch talk too much, I blocked her\nDissed her, had to dismiss her (Ayy)\nDrinkin' that Bass, though, unblocked her, I can't lie, I missed her\nShe can't take it, I was fakin', I met her on Finsta (Uh)\nHow she thought we was gon' make it? I ain't never kissed her (Come on)\nHow I'm gon' settle for basic? I feel like the greatest (Yeah)\nTake a shot, I told her, \"Take it, bitch, take it\"\nSee me in flesh, I ain't even gotta say shit, bitch, get naked\nLove it so much, you don't even wanna run from it, bitch, take it\nI got money and a lot of parts, a lot of places\nI pop out a lot of charms, a lot of bracelets\nThe world already know my name, I ain't changin'\nHit the liquor store with my gang (G Herbo), keep the change" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Silent Hill with the following description: On “Silent Hill,” Kendrick Lamar recruits Florida native Kodak Black for a mellow trap cruiser about life, success, and fake friendships.\nHours prior to the song’s release, rumors of Kodak’s appearance on Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers began to circulate, however, this wasn’t confirmed until the official release.\nThe song’s title may allude to themes found throughout the project—for example, on “Savior,” Kendrick makes mention of silence as a mechanism for his individual mental health and explicitly cites a “valley of silence.”\nSilent Hill is also the name of a famous horror game franchise, created and released by Konami in February 1999. Kendrick could be comparing his station in the rap game to the fictional horror of being surrounded by villains or monsters, similar to the iconic series. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]\nHey, oh, yo\nWhy oh, why oh, why oh, why you keep fuckin' with me?\nYou gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nPush these niggas off me like, \"Huh\"\nPush these bitches off me like, \"Huh\"\nPush these niggas off me like, \"Huh\"\nPushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes\nI'm pushin' 'em all off me like, \"Huh\"\nPushin' 'em all off me like, \"Huh\" (Yeah)\n[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]\nAha, I be immune to shit (Aha)\nTucking the broom and shit (Aha)\nThey want to assume and shit (Aha)\nKnow you a choke, my ancestor close\nI howl at the moon and shit (Aha)\nKnow the rеsults, the ballot is in, man, I'm 'bout to boom again (Aha)\nYou funny, dawg\nPeek-a-boo, can't hide behind your monеy, dawg\nA week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost\nSwerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nPush these niggas off me like, \"Huh\"\nPush these bitches off me like, \"Huh\"\nPush these niggas off me like, \"Huh\"\nPushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes\nI'm pushin' 'em all off me like, \"Huh\"\nPushin' them all off me like, \"Huh\" (Yeah) [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nHead up, chest out\nSilence, I'm stressed out\nShh, be quiet, I'm stressed out\nStressed out, stressed out, stressed—\n[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]\nPick my daughter up, she need all the love\nI need all the love, I mean all of us\nIt's like six o'clock, bitch, you talk too much\nYou makin' it awkward, love\nI mean, it's hard enough, I mean, it's—\n[Verse 2: Kodak Black]\nThey don't fuck with me even if they could\nPull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood\nFirst to park Rolls Royce, 'vert in the hood\nDon't worry about us, over here we good\nThe AP Roman numeral, everywhere I go, I need pharmaceuticals\nI ran my whole conglomerate, I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle\nSuicide coupe was a funeral, Trackhawk launch like a slingshot\nBig ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that bitch look like a Ring Pop\nMoney on my mind, money on your head\nCan't ride three times while you comin' through the 'jects\nRed Cross kept a nigga fed\nIn the studio with K. Dot fresh out the feds\nYeah, you niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance\nYeah, Chevrolet candy paint, I spin the bend in the Benz\nI caught a bale off a Google app\nI'm the type to get my shooter whacked\nI had to survive off a tuna pack\nFive percent tint on the whip like, \"Who was that?\"\nCoupe take off like it's mad\nBeat the dope with a fork, I'm whippin' up Sudafed, I'm doin' scams in the lab\nEvery Thursday, girl's day, spendin' time with my daughter, make me go harder\nEvery Sunday's son's day, teach my boy to be a man, I ain't had no father\nFell in the love with the block, I ain't have no pop, \njust a sawed-off shotgun, Mossberg\nWe stackin' that money up proper, awkward diamonds, look like marbles\nAudemars water, aqua,\n beatin' the block up 'til we spot 'em\nI don't want your ice, boy, I want your life, but fuck it, I still might rob 'em [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nYo\nPush these niggas off me like, \"Huh\"\nPush these bitches off me like, \"Huh\"\nPush these niggas off me like, \"Huh\"\nPushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes\nI'm pushin' 'em all off me like, \"Huh\"\nPushin' 'em all off me like, \"Huh\" (Yeah)\n[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nHead up, chest out\nSilence, I'm stressed out\nShh, be quiet, I'm stressed out\nStressed out, stressed out, stressed out" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Haciendo Ruido with the following description: “Haciendo Ruido” es una cancion de Pitbull de su noveno disco Dale, grabada totalmente en espanol. El mas reciente disco en espanol de Pitbull, Armando, estuvo a la venta en el 2010.\nEn esta cancion lo acompana el famoso cantante Ricky Martin en el coro. Este dueto a creado una excelente pista ritmica para tu fiesta.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Letra de \"Haciendo Ruido\"]\n[Intro: Pitbull]\nRicky Martin\nMr. Worldwide\nEllos quieren vivir la vida mía, pero no pueden\nNice try\n[Coro: Ricky Martin]\nSaca tu cuerpo a bailar\nY no pares de sudar\nAlza tus manos al viento, oh, oh, oh\nY que no pare la fiesta\nSigueme hasta que amanezca\nAlza tus manos al viento\nTus manos al viento, oh\nTus manos al viento, oh\n[Verso 1: Pitbull]\nRicky Martin llamandito\nParriba Cuba\nParriba Puerto Rico\nParriba todo el mundo\nQue llego pues loquito\nComo una pila jeva\nAy, papito\nYo traigo el rollie\nTu traes el coquito\nY ya estamos listo\nPa'lante que brinquen\nY salten nosotros\nBrillando como los diamantes\nDirecto y al punto\nVamos a viajar el mundo, juntos\nTu y yo mamita, que tu sabe que tu estás rica [Pre-Coro: Ricky Martin]\nTu y yo\nSin querer perdimos el control\nY no quedo mas remedio\nQue perdemos en la habitacion\n[Coro: Ricky Martin]\nSaca tu cuerpo a bailar\nY no pares de sudar\nAlza tus manos al viento, oh, oh, oh\nY que no pare la fiesta\nSigueme hasta que amanezca\nAlza tus manos al viento\nTus manos al viento, oh\nTus manos al viento, oh\n[Post-Coro: Ricky Martin]\nEstas haciendo ruido, oh\nEstas haciendo ruido en mi corazón\nEn mi corazón\n[Verso 2: Pitbull]\nYo la visto todo\nYo lo ha hecho todo\nYo lo vivo todo mi vida\nPor eso gozando la vida\nCon el equipo que el party siga\nAy chica deja la intriga\nQue yo no te dijo mentiras\nYo te dijo la verdad\nBaby te gusta mi vino pero mami la verdad\nDirecto y al punto\nVamos a viajar el mundo, juntos\nTu y yo mamita, que tu sabe que tu estás rica [Pre-Coro: Ricky Martin]\nTu y yo\nSin querer perdimos el control\nY no quedo mas remedio\nQue perdemos en la habitacion\n[Coro: Ricky Martin]\nSaca tu cuerpo a bailar\nY no pares de sudar\nAlza tus manos al viento, oh, oh, oh\nY que no pare la fiesta\nSigueme hasta que amanezca\nAlza tus manos al viento\nTus manos al viento, oh\nTus manos al viento, oh\n[Post-Coro: Ricky Martin]\nEstas haciendo ruido, oh\nEstas haciendo ruido en mi corazón\nEn mi corazón" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Run It! with the following description: “Run It!” is the debut single from R&B singer Chris Brown, who was only 16 years old at the time of release. The track features rapper Juelz Santana—who later collaborated with Chris on 2009’s “Back to the Crib.” The single has been described as a de-crunked version of Usher’s 2004 single “Yeah!.”\n“Run It!” peaked at #1 on Billboard’s 100 chart, where it spent a total of 5 weeks on top. It was also #1 in Australia and New Zealand, and a top 10 hit in several European countries.\nThe single spawned a remix version featuring rappers Bow Wow and Jermaine Dupri which was performed at The 2006 Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards—along with “Yo (Excuse Me Miss).” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced by Scott Storch]\n[Intro: Juelz Santana]\nOkay, check it, check it, check it out\nIt's Santana again steppin', steppin', steppin' out (Uh)\nOne of the brand-new big-boy toys\nI do big-boy things, I make big-boy noise, 'cause\nI know what girls want (Want), I know what they like (Like)\nThey wanna stay up (Ayy!) and party all night\nSo bring a friend\n[Verse 1: Chris Brown]\nLet me talk to you, tell you how it is\nI was thinking when I saw that body\nGotta get shawty, tell her what the young boy gon' do\nDamn, them chicks with you gotta be your kin\nBabe, pretty thick with the kick that's sick\nThat need to be hit, so tell me what y'all gon' do\n[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, \nJuelz Santana\n]\nI got friends and you got friends (\nWord\n, oh)\nThey hop out, and you hop in (\nWord\n, oh-oh)\nI look fly and they jocking (\nWord\n)\nThe way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop\nI got friends and you got friends (\nWord\n, hey)\nThey hop out, and you hop in (\nWord\n)\nI look fly and they jocking (\nWord\n)\nThe way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nIs ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)\nIf he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Know)\nLet me see if you can run it, run it\nGirl, indeed I can run it, run it\nIs ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)\nIf he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Lemme know)\nLet me see if you can run it, run it\nGirl, indeed I can run it, run it (Come here!)\n[Verse 2: Chris Brown]\nYou'll see, girl, I can set you off\nDon't believe my age is gonna slow us down\nI can definitely show you things to have you saying I can't be sixteen\nOnce I get in you won't let go\n(And I) I'll have the girls wishing they were you\n(And I) I know you heard about me\nBut guess what's going down if we leave\n[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, \nJuelz Santana\n]\nI got friends and you got friends (\nWord\n, oh)\nThey hop out, and you hop in (\nWord\n, oh)\nI look fly and they jocking (\nWord\n)\nThe way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop\nI got friends and you got friends (\nWord\n)\nThey hop out, and you hop in (\nWord\n, hey)\nI look fly and they jocking (\nWord\n, ooh)\nThe way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (Ooh, ooh) [Chorus: Chris Brown, \nJuelz Santana\n]\nIs ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor, \nuh-huh\n)\nIf he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Know, \nuh-huh\n)\nLet me see if you can run it, run it (\nYeah\n)\nGirl, indeed I can run it, run it (\nAyy\n)\nIs ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor, \nuh-huh\n)\nIf he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Lemme know, \nuh-huh\n)\nLet me see if you can run it, run it (\nAyy\n)\nGirl, indeed I can run it, run it (\nLet's go\n)\n[Bridge: Chris Brown, \nJuelz Santana\n]\nGirl, you feel right (Feel right)\nMake me feel like (Feel like)\nI wanna do a little something (Do a little something)\nAin't no thing 'less you do it for sure\nGirl, the way that you're wearing them jeans is turning me on\nI'm the hottest thing that's in these streets (\nDipSet, Santana\n)\nSo, baby, won't you rock me? (\nAyy\n)\n[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]\nMake it drop, honey (Honey), make it pop, honey (Honey)\nWhip whop, tick-tock to the clock for me\nDon't stop doing that (Don't)\nAnd shawty know I mean what I say so she won't stop doing that\nPlus I heard if you can dance, you can bump\nWell dance time is us, let's go, let's go (Yup)\nWe can get it in (Yup), we can gets some friends\nDo it like the Ying Yang twins, start whispering\nWait 'til you see my ayy!\nWait 'til you see my ayy!\nLet me fall back, you ain't ready for all that\nHave you sleep late, real late, yeah, taking a long nap (Ayy)\nYou tell your friends to get with my friends\nWe can be friends, switch and meet friends\n(Switch!)\n We can do it all night long and...\n'Til the clock hit morning, ya dig? (Ayy) [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nIs ya man (Man, oh) on the floor? (Floor)\nIf he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Know, ooh, ooh, yeah)\nLet me see if you can run it, run it\nGirl, indeed I can run it, run it (Oh, woah-oh)\nIs ya man (Man, oh, woah-oh) on the floor? (Floor)\nIf he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Lemme know, mmm)\nLet me see if you can run it, run it (Run it)\nGirl, indeed I can run it, run it (Yeah)\n[Outro: Chris Brown, \nJuelz Santana\n]\nOh-oh (\nUh\n)\nOh, oh (Woo! \nUh-huh\n)\nOh, woah (Woo!)\nOh-oh (Woo! Chris Brown)\n(\nAyy!\n Woo!)\n(Woo! \nAyy!\n)\n(Woo!)\n(\nAyy, ayy\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Ballin’ with the following description: Getting ready to release a new album, which still has no release date set, Juicy J debuted his new single “Ballin” with Kanye West on Beats Radio 1. The song has production signed by TM88.\n“Ballin” will be on Juicy J’s forthcoming album called Rubba Band Business: The Album, arriving this winter.\n“Ballin” marks the second collaboration between between Ye and Juicy J, the first being “Side 2 Side (Reisue Remix)” from 2006. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Juicy J]\nPlay me some pimpin', mane\n[Hook: Kanye West + \nJuicy J\n]\nAnd I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I\nAnd I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblow the whistle\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblow the whistle\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblow the whistle\n[Verse 1: Juicy J]\nLet 'em all in\nLet them fall in it\nLet them play with all the dollars\nLet them bathe in it\nHouse so large, put a maze in it\nI'm the type that take your chick out for lunch\nIn the middle of the White House lawn\nThen switch up, start filming porn\nMight tell the First Lady she can join\nDo what I want when I want\nNigga you can keep them two pennies\nI got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin' lessons in it\nNow I'm peelin' off in a spaceship, with the ceiling\nShe just want to show her titties off\nCarpet roll out, wanna hop off\nBout to hit the club like golf balls\nPaparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard\nNigga got me off the chain like guard dogs\nCome on, dog\nI'm too high, hot air balloon\nAll star, I'm on another planet\nI just joined the fortune five hundred\nNow I'm in the boardroom in pajamas [Hook: Kanye West + \nJuicy J\n]\nAnd I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I\nAnd I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblow the whistle\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblo\nw the wh\nistle\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblow the whistle\n[Verse 2: Juicy J]\nAnd I'm ballin'\nWhen you're boss you don't take shit, you don't call in\nSo fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin\nFolks ain't never gonna get it, I've been holding out long enough\nScratch that, now I'm on to somethin'\nFuck that, I ain't letting up\nCats gonna copy this shit\nThey gonna wanna hold my awards\nPoor lil' Juicy J, this year I'm declaring war\nFuck they upset with me for?\nShut up J and be a decoy\nWho the fuck they thinkin' we are?\nM-Town ride smokin' blunts\nWe up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs\nThat's real dope\nSee us Gd up, money talks, speak up\nSleep, what for?\nI get some rest when I croak\nI want a new island to dock my new boat\nI went to the action and bought me a chopper\nNow I need a new helipad for my home [Hook: Kanye West + \nJuicy J\n]\nAnd I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I\nAnd I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblow the whistle\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblow the whistle\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \noff the glass\nAnd I'm ballin', \nand one\nAnd I'm ballin', \nblow the whistle" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Untitled 2 (Blue Faces) with the following description: Originally performed on the January 7, 2016 episode of The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, a studio version of this track was released as “​untitled 08 | 09.06.2014.”, the closer of untitled unmastered., a collection of unused demos. However, most of the final verse is from “untitled 02 | 06.23.2014.”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nTwo tears in a bucket, I cry with you, agh!\nBut I could never lie with you\nI could never afford not to afford\nI could never put my plans to the side with you\nI could never see a red light\nLike a deer with a headlight, I freeze up when I re-up\nSee, I barely have patience, and you're relating\nOnly the moment to complete us\nWhy you hate to work for it? Went to work for it\nSee, a nine-to-five was so jive turkey\nBut when Thanksgiving came, checks didn’t hurt me\nYou plead the fifth, I read the fifth amendment\nWe both criminals with bad intentions\nThey say time heals all, but if I can shortcut my success\nCorvettes by tomorrow, ugh!\n[Hook]\nWhy so sad? Walking around with them blue faces\nShe said I’m down on my luck\nAnd it’s something I gotta have, blue faces\nI hit the bank today and tell 'em color me bad, blue faces\nGet that new money, and it’s breaking me down\n[Verse 2]\nMy homegirl got a credit card scam\nShe got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn\nIntuition got a Black woman wishin'\nShe saying this on the phone with the noodles in the pan\nI know you, woman, I console you, woman\nYou feel like the universe owes you, woman\nOh, the anticipation, hoping you could make it\nWomen don't prosper chasin' education\nBut you're talented, and can't handle it\nAnd your homegirls can't be your manager\n365 times four, plus more\nCan't get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina?\nBut ain't no money like fast money\nEven today, I'm considered a crash dummy\nA rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward?\nMy accolades better than all them [Hook]\nBut why I'm so sad?\nWalking around with them blue faces\nShe said I’m down on my luck\nAnd it’s something I gotta have, blue faces (\nFaces\n)\nI hit the bank today and tell 'em, color me bad, blue faces\nGet that new money, and it’s breaking me down, to the top\n[Bridge]\nI love God, I love speed\nI love drank, I love mead\nI love oceans in the deep\nI love women, I love me\nI love God\nUgh! But I’m scared of godspeeeeeeed\nSometimes\n[Verse 3]\nI wrote this song\nLooking at a broke home, maybe (Broke home, maybe)\nYou know the poverty-stricken\nThe little broke boy and babies (Broke boy and babies)\nSomebody say \"Kendrick American, they sho’ is crazy\"\nAnd I said “Why?”\nThen he looked me in the eye\nAnd said \"Homie, you're messed up\nYou’re banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles\nNever been through 'ish, you’re crying hysterical\nYou settle for everything, complain about everything\nYSay you sold crack, my world amphetamine\nYour projects ain’t it, I live in a hut\nYou're living to keep warm, I'm living to pay rent\nI paid my way through, praying to Allah\nYou played your way through, dealing with wi-fi\nBull-'ishing yourself, you talking to strangers\nSame thing go for the ones you came with\nWe all came on the boat looking for hope\nAnd all you can say is that you’re looking for dope, huh?\nThese days ain’t no compromise, ugh\nYour pain ain’t mines half the time, ugh\nA brand new excuse ain’t nothing to me\nSee, I made my moves with shackled feet\" [Interlude]\nCape Town, Cape Town\nCape Town, Cape Town\nCaaaaaaaaape Town\nCape Town, Cape Town\nUgh!\n[Verse 4]\nCornrow Kenny\nAll morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrrt!\nMorning with the mixed dashboards triple digits, skrrt-skrrt!\nCornrow Kenny\nSo many plays on me, I finesse\nPalisade views with some sex\nI lost a lot of love for missionary\nThis the first time I react\nMe and Top is like a Kobe-and-Phil\nA father figure; play with him, you get killed\nPlay with me and he-a kill you himself\nTDE the mafia of the west\nMove in silence, yeah, we juugin’ like that\nAct of violence, yeah, we juugin’ like that\nI did a lot of dumb things in my past\nLord forgive me, hoping I don't relapse\nDave just bought a new 9-11\nAlmost thought I’d seen another plane crash\nQ just bought a brand new McLaren\nRock-a-lack about to buy the projects\nMoosa got his son dripping in gold\nMe, I'm about to let my hair down to hoes\nAli 'bout to let his hair down to hoes\nTop billing, that’s a million a show\nMight blow the whole no-whammy on Soul\nMight tell Obama, \"Be more like Punch\"\nSounwave got a Grammy this year\nMackwop, bet he do what he want\nLevel two, level two, no, I’m not done\nYou ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one\nI could put a rapper on life support\nGuaranteed, something that none of you want\nTen homies down and they all serving life\nWard is like twenty-five hundred a month\nWhat if I empty my bank out and stunt?\nWhat if I empty my bank out and stunt?\nYou ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one\nYou ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one\nYou ain’t gotta tell me that I’m the one\nYou ain’t got, you ain’t got\nYou ain’t got, you ain’t got\nTell me that, tell me that that I'm the one\nYou ain’t got, you ain’t got, you ain’t got\nYou ain’t got tell me that, what! I’m the one\nYes, I’m the one!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called I Bet with the following description: In “I Bet,” Chris and Tyga team up with 50 Cent to deliver a braggadocious track about showing no mercy to their opposition—whether it be taking their girls or opening fire on them. In each verse, they spit about their wealth, jewelry, cars, and women-snatching abilities, with 50 also alluding to his gang affiliation.\n“I Bet” was first teased in January 2015 when 50 shared a snap of the trio in the studio with the caption, “You already know what it is.” The track marks the first collaboration between Chris and 50, and Tyga and 50. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nShawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet\n'Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet\nBet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet\nDon't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas\nNo sympathy for you niggas\n[Verse 1: Chris Brown]\nHo, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit\nBallin' like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich\nBring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is\nYour bitch look like Sheneneh, uh-uh, oh my goodness\nIt's 500, that be the block\nThen you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots\nWhere the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks\nSent the little homie through, it might be the cops\nHol' up, I'm gettin' money, boy\nYour girl want me 'cause I got them toys\n'Raris and them Bentleys and Aventadors\nDouble-decker buses and them private jets, I spend it on\nPainted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on\nMake her lift her skirt up, if she nervous, I'm a pervert\nI be in that pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervix\nLeave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose\n'Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work [Chorus: Chris Brown, \nTyga\n]\nShawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet (\nYeah\n)\nBecause she wanna be on TV with a nigga (\nWith a nigga\n), I bet (\nHaha\n)\nBet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet\nDon't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas\nNo sympathy for you niggas\n[Verse 2: Tyga]\nI-I-I got a hunnid on it (Ha)\nShe ain't faithful to you, nigga (Nah)\nWord around town, you know thots get around\nNah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie (Homie)\nI give a fuck what you know, makes no sense, you ho\nRolls gas, Royce pedal, pockets on roseo\nR-Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch\nSo comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch (Yeah)\nBounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit\nI've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in\nBang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety\nI'm slayin', she taste it, she swallowed, she's wasted (Ah)\nF-Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'\nIt's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it (Cyeah)\nCome again, I replay it (Cyeah)\nSpeed it up, I'm speed racer (Cyeah)\nBet if you catch her lyin', she gon' reverse it 'cause [Chorus: Chris Brown, \nTyga\n, \n50 Cent\n]\nShawty wanna leave with a nigga (\nHa\n), I bet\n(Yeah, got your ass, bitch)\n'Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga (\nWoop\n), I bet (\nHa\n)\nBet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet\nDon't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas (\nYeah\n)\nNo sympathy for you niggas (\n50\n)\n[Verse 3: 50 Cent]\nI bet your bitch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave\nWe only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on the keys\nYou be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love\nI be that nigga, we just turn up, we just spoiled havin' fun (Ow!)\nAfter the strokin', I be nuttin' in her mouth like this\nAnd you come home like, \"Honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss\" (Haha)\nIt's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me\nWe from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?\nAll the time, all the time, I be on the grind\nHoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind\nIt's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it\nShawty gon' be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it\n[Chorus: Chris Brown, \nTyga\n]\nShawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet (\nYeah\n)\nBecause she wanna be on TV with a nigga (\nWith a nigga\n), I bet (\nHaha\n)\nBet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet\nDon't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas\nNo sympathy for you niggas [Outro: K. Michelle]\nY'all bitch-ass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' y'all niggas. I don't give a fuck who y'all is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And y'all not givin' me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on \nLove and Hip Hop\n, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Feels Like Summer (Demo) with the following description: “Feels Like Summer (Demo)” is the original version of Childish Gambino’s July 2018 single “Feels Like Summer”. This version features Travis Scott performing an alternate chorus and part of the first verse over a more stripped-back instrumental; Gambino also has an alternate verse.\nThe song leaked online on June 8, 2019, and was later used by Kylie Jenner as part of an Instagram promotion on July 12, 2019.\nTravis Scott’s representatives confirmed that this version of the track is not a remix, but a different version of the song from when it was originally recorded. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Travis Scott]\nYou can feel it in the streets\nOn a day like this, the heat\nIt feel like summer\nI feel like summer\nShe feel like summer\nYou can feel it in the streets\nOn a day like this, the heat\nIt feel like summer\nI feel like summer\nShe feel like summer\nI feel like summer\n[Verse 1: Childish Gambino & \nTravis Scott\n]\nMoving fast around the sun, away we go\nRolling fast, not a chance for me to slow down (Yeah)\nSlow down\nMoving fast just spreading all our seeds around\nParents tryna tell their children please slow down\nSlow down\n[Pre-Chorus: Childish Gambino]\n(I know)\nOh, I know you're still the same\nI'm hopin' that this world will change\nBut it just seems the same\n(I know)\nOh, I hope we change\nI really thought this world could change\nBut it seems like the same [Chorus: Travis Scott]\nYou can feel it in the streets\nOn a day like this, the heat\nIt feel like summer\nI feel like summer\nShe feel like summer\n[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]\nEvery day we learning something once unknown\nYou can feel it coming, it's about to go down\nGo down\nHigher, higher, higher is the way to go\nMoving fast still with not a chance to come down\nCome down\n[Outro: Childish Gambino]\n(I know)\nOh, I know you-you're still the same\nI'm hopin' that this world will change\nBut it just seems the same\n(I know)\nOh, I hope we change\nI really thought this world could change\nBut it seems like the same" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Mean (Live/2011) with the following description: Live version of Taylor’s song, Mean, on the Speak Now World Tour.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nYou, with your words like knives\nAnd swords and weapons that you use against me\nYou have knocked me off my feet again\nGot me feeling like I'm nothing\nYou, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard\nCalling me out when I'm wounded\nYou, picking on the weaker man\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou can take me down\nWith just one single blow\nBut you don't know what you don't know\n[Chorus]\nSomeday, I'll be living in a big old city\nAnd all you're ever gonna be is mean\nSomeday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me\nAnd all you're ever gonna be is mean\nWhy you gotta be so mean?\n[Verse 2]\nYou, with your switching sides\nAnd your wildfire lies and your humiliation\nYou have pointed out my flaws again\nAs if I don't already see them\nI walk with my head down, trying to block you out\n'Cause I'll never impress you\nI just wanna feel okay again [Pre-Chorus]\nI bet you got pushed around\nSomebody made you cold\nBut the cycle ends right now\n'Cause you can't lead me down that road\nAnd you don't know what you don't know\n[Chorus]\nSomeday, I'll be living in a big old city\nAnd all you're ever gonna be is mean\nSomeday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me\nAnd all you're ever gonna be is mean\nWhy you gotta be so mean?\n[Bridge]\nAnd I can see you years from now in a bar\nTalking over a football game\nWith that same big loud opinion\nBut nobody's listening\nWashed up and ranting about the same old bitter things\nDrunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing\nAll you are is mean\nAll you are is mean\nAnd a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life\nAnd mean, and mean, and mean, and mean [Breakdown]\nBut someday, I'll be living in a big old city\nAnd all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah\n[Chorus]\nSomeday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me\nAnd all you're ever gonna be is mean\nWhy you gotta be so?\nSomeday, I'll be living in a big old city\n(Why you gotta be so?)\nAnd all you're ever gonna be is mean\n(Why you gotta be so?)\nSomeday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me\n(Why you gotta be so?)\nAnd all you're ever gonna be is mean\nWhy you gotta be so mean?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Spit ’n Game with the following description: On “Spittin' Game” the Hot Boys and Bulletproof rap about the riches they already have and about the money and things they plan to attain in the future. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Turk]\nFresh, Slim, Baby, Hot Boys\nHot Boys in this bitch\nCheck it out\n[Verse 1: Turk]\nNiggas steady getting chopped\nLosin they life behind stupid shit\nAin't that a bitch\nNiggas, gettin' they wig split\nAnd it's a shame\nKillin' has became a fame\nI cannot see my brains layin\nOn the ground\nI keep my 9 on my waistline\nChop 'em down\nPicks up the shells to leave no evidence around\nAnd, it's t-shirt land\nWhen niggas ain't playin'\nGot a chrome Glock got it cocked\nRed dot on yo' knot\nAs I pop\nNonstop\nTill you drop\nPronounced dead\nOn the spot\nIt's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block\nA nigga, from BlackConnect\nWill leave ya wet\nFa' sho yo' face is on the next\nIf ya disrespect\nI ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it\nHollow points bullets racin' it\nNiggas ain't makin' it\nWhen I bust\nTell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust\nIf you bust, when I spray\nHead for shelter\n10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya\nA lot of punk niggas try to play hard\nPut yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue\nBetter be cool if you don't, that's all on you [Verse 2: Bulletproof]\n16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope\nTransportin' ki's in the all black Camero\n50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat\nI'm a Hot Boy to the police\nAnd I'm a thug on the street\nYeah I score from Slim and B\n10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves\nGoin' for 2 G's\nUPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet\nNiggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check\nBig body on broaders, that's all I know\nMansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor\nDouble R and DR watched by Uptown security guards\n10 G's a ki, 36 o's a piece\n4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18\nGot some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green\nFlippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies\nI get my ki's, from my uncle KC\nHe's a Magnolia soldier\nDid in 10 in Angola\nShoot out in that 'Nolia\nKnock ya head off ya shoulders\n[Verse 3: Juvenile]\nI ain't about no playin\nWhen I'm comin' get out the way\nGun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway\nHead straight back to the hot block\nFlight in a half\nLook if I'm out there bad I might cut you in half\nUTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted\nLook I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger\nOr a 6 shooter\nOn Tuesdays and Thursdays\nYou better watch for the sweep\nLook them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street\nI'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people\nStaked out the area, and rob the chinese store\nDo it like it's legal, I heard heads in power\nBitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers\nNiggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me\nI'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too\nFuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains\nNow send ya people\nTo the TC and we gon' hurt 'em\nI'm seein' niggas\nShootin dice, bettin heavy on 4's and 10's\nI'm in the Chevy with B.G. and our girlfriends\nPark 'round the corner leave it runnin, creep slow\nLook bitch this ain't the night show, lay it down hoe\nYa think I'm playin, ask Baby and Slim how I can\nHook me up I don't have time for no games\nLook here I stompin in this bitch\nI'm chompin' a new fit\nI'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick\nLook at what ya facin partner\nA whole nation\nOf niggas that's mind damaged\nOut here paper chasin'\nWith that iron I'ma roll wit em\nMama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga\nThey got a place for me [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]\nSee I want millions, hundreds and big thousands\nTryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin'\nUptown streets is where all my ends meet\nGive me 9 9 G tryin' to see my destiny\nI do it all to ball drop the phone if I call\nSee I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small\nBut don't let that fool ya\nMoney rules everything around me\nCreepin up silent behind ya that's where ya find me\nI ain't hear for a lil\nI want the whole damn spot\nI cock my Glock and have ya plot so I turn out to the top\nNigga be runnin' with money\nThings you doin' I done done it\n9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin\nSlugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser\nInfrared fled big bread money maker\nPop a slug barrell shaker for big paper\nBig ballin' life taker for big caker\nBen Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin\nBuster gankin', left stankin' ship sankin'\nAin't no such thing like see another nigga come up\nBut if I don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff\nCall it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own\nSee how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome\nRoam to the top, slip up and get buck\nGet out my way, fo' I spray\nI'm tryin' to live up [Verse 5: B.G.]\nYoung thugger, baby gangsta\nThug or get popped\nOff top\nAim my pistol straight for head shots\nI release the safety, if ya chase me\nBest waste me\nDon't hunt bitch down in ya way\nOr ya make me\nReverse the game and wax that ass\nStop you from playin'\nI clear yo block on that ass\nNigga wonder why I stress\nUptowns the place\nIt's the best\nWe got weapons that'll go through ya vest\nGet left wet\nDisrespect it's beef fo sho\nGot back up, from the Mac Melph Calio\nYou got coke, and don't wanna go broke\nVL it\nCuz around me bitch I'm doin bad ya can't sell it\nB.G. terrorize\nHoe niggas ya dig\nBitch niggas get split\nIf you got change on ya wig\nI'll take the hit\nReal fast and quick\n226 my clique Cash Money the shit\nProject heroes\nBout 6 zeroes\nMakin' records is the front we got 10 kilos\nUnload reload\nIf ya ball you fall\nIf I jack you I don't want half I want all\nStand tall for mine\nNuts hang I'm real\nMy skills outstandin'\nKill or be killed\nNiggas out to give me the blues\nLet 'em kill me, I refuse\nI'm down for killing\nBut the one of [edited] I was accused\nI leave ya funky\nI put my trunk-y\nHair by a monkey\nSo what ya self cuz I'm down to act a donkey\nIn the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep\nPut ya sleep if ya playin' wit a QB\nBitch" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Break My Heart with the following description: The 10th track on Common’s 7th album, Finding Forever. Produced by Kanye West, the track samples “Someday” by George Duke.\nCommon tells a story about an interesting, and a little complicated, relationship. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Hook: Sample & \nCommon\n]\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nShe said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nUh, she said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you\nWith lots of love to give...\nYou, love to give... (\nUh\n)\nYou-you, love to give...\nYou, love to give...\n[Verse 1: Common]\nIt was a dream day, met her on spring break\nLook like the type that be like \"No hable inglés\"\nShe said you look like you rap, where's your bling'e?\nAnd your clothes is tight but you don't seem gay\nI said naw, that's dude from NSYNC'e\nShe wasn't married, kept her ring on her pinky\nShe said, \"You know I don't be datin' rappers\"\nI said, \"I got my SAG card, baby, I'm an actor\"\n[Hook: Sample & \nCommon\n]\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nShe said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nUh, she said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you\nWith lots of love to give... (\nG-give it, uh\n)\nYou, love to give... (\nG-give it, uh, g-give it, yeah\n)\nYou-you, love to give... (\nG-give it, uh, g-give it, uh\n)\nYou, love to give... (\nG-give it, yeah\n) [Verse 2: Common]\nSeen her again at All Star weekend, she ain't have tickets\nAnd she ain't into hoopers, she was there to kick it\nWith her roommate who was a video vixen\nSpent so much on outfits, she about to get evicted\nSaid \"I'm married to this rap shit, lookin' for a mistress\"\nYou can be by my side like Flavor and Delishiss\nLong as you ain't scared of the kitchen and the dishes\nShe said \"You one of them fishes, I know your mind switches\", and\n[Hook: Sample & \nCommon\n]\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nShe said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nUh, she said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you\nWith lots of love to give... (\nG-give it, uh\n)\nYou, love to give... (\nG-give it, uh, g-give it, yeah\n)\nYou-you, love to give... (\nG-give it, uh, g-give it, uh\n)\nYou, love to give... (\nG-give it, yeah\n)\n[Verse 3: Common]\nTime revolve, \nwe fell in love as crazy as Nas\nAnd them broads was textin' 'cause I stop callin' 'em\nI met the parents, watch the game with her father and\nQuestions of marriage and I start dodging' 'em\nWhat happen to me happens to lots of men\nGet deep in love and then you're needin' some oxygen\nAs far as wives I was thinkin' like Solomon\nShe said \"there you go, breakin' my heart again!\" [Hook: Sample & \nCommon\n]\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nShe said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nUh, she said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you\nWith lots of love to give... (\nG-give it, uh\n)\nYou, love to give... (\nG-give it, uh, g-give it, yeah\n)\nYou-you, love to give... (\nG-give it, uh, g-give it, uh\n)\nYou, love to give... (\nG-give it, yeah\n)\n[Instrumental Interlude]\n[Hook: Sample & \nCommon\n]\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nShe said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you, with-\n(\nUh, she said \"don't break my heart\"\n)\nSurely you'll break my heart but I'll be there beside you\nWith lots of love to give... (\nG-give it, uh\n)\nYou, love to give... (\nG-give it, uh, g-give it, yeah\n)\nYou-you, love to give... (\nG-give it, uh, g-give it, uh\n)\nYou, love to give... (\nG-give it, yeah\n)\nGive... give... give..." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called You Are My Life with the following description: “You Are My Life” is a song by Michael Jackson and was the last song he recorded for his 10th and final album Invincible (2001). It was recorded just 8 weeks before it’s release. It is the tenth track of it and unlike the styles of the other songs, is a soft ballad. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nOnce, all alone\nI was lost in a world of strangers\nNo one to trust\nOn my own, I was lonely\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou suddenly appeared\nIt was cloudy before, but now, it's all clear\nYou took away the fear\nAnd you brought me back to the light\n[Chorus]\nYou are the sun (You are the sun)\nYou make me shine (You make me shine)\nOr more like the stars\nThat twinkle at night (Twinkle at night)\nYou are the moon (You are the moon)\nThat glows in my heart (Glows in my heart)\nYou're my daytime, my nighttime, my world\nYou are my life (You are my life)\n[Verse 2]\nNow, I wake up every day\nWith this smile upon my face\nNo more tears, no more pain\n'Cause you love me [Pre-Chorus]\nYou help me understand\nThat love is the answer to all that I am\nAnd I'm, I'm a better man\nSince you taught me by sharing your life\n[Chorus]\nYou are the sun (You are the sun)\nYou make me shine (You make me shine)\nOr more like the stars\nThat twinkle at night (Twinkle at night)\nYou are the moon (You are the moon)\nThat glows in my heart (Glows in my heart)\nYou're my daytime, my nighttime, my world\nYou are the sun (You are the sun)\nYou make me shine (You make me shine)\nOr more like the stars\nThat twinkle at night (Twinkle at night)\nYou are the moon (You are the moon)\nThat glows in my heart (Glows in my heart)\nYou're my daytime, my nighttime, my world\n[Bridge]\nYou gave me strength\nWhen I wasn't strong\nYou gave me hope when all hope was lost\nYou opened my eyes when I couldn't see\nLove was always here waiting for me [Chorus]\nYou are the sun (You are the sun)\nYou make me shine (You make me shine)\nOr more like the stars\nThat twinkle at night (Twinkle at night)\nYou are the moon (You are the moon)\nThat glows in my heart (Glows in my heart)\nYou're my daytime, my nighttime, my world\nYou are the sun (You are the sun)\nYou make me shine (You make me shine)\nOr more like the stars\nThat twinkle at night (Twinkle at night)\nYou are the moon (You are the moon)\nThat glows in my heart (Glows in my heart)\nYou're my daytime, my nighttime, my world\nYou are the sun (You are the sun)\nYou make me shine (You make me shine)\nOr more like the stars\nThat twinkle at night (Twinkle at night)\nYou are the moon (You are the moon)\nThat glows in my heart (Glows in my heart)\nYou're my daytime, my nighttime, my world\nYou are my life" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Honey (Smooth Version with Intro) with the following description: Considered the “pop version” of “Honey”, this version was sent to pop stations in August 1997. Instrumentally, it’s noticeably more sample-led compared to the album version, features a different preset for the recurring piano riff interpolated from “Hey DJ” and the strings are only present after the bridge leading back into the chorus. This version also doesn’t feature ad libs by Ma$e and almost all of P. Diddy’s ad libs were muted, except for “breakdown” right before the bridge.\nCommercially, it was only included on a CD single released in the UK, alongside the original version and the Bad Boy and So So Def remixes. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Mariah Carey]\nOh, oh, honey got me hooked on you\n(I like that)\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nLa da da da da da da da, da da (Yeah)\nLa da da da da da da da, la da da da da\nLa da da da da da da da, da da da da da\nLa da da da da da da da\nLa da da da da, da da da da, oh\n[Verse 1: Mariah Carey]\nOh honey, you can have me when you want me\nIf you simply ask me to be there\nAnd you're the only one who makes me come runnin'\n'Cause what you got is far beyond compare, oh\n[Chorus 1: Mariah Carey]\nAnd it's just like honey (Yeah)\nWhen your love comes over me (Comes over me)\nOh baby, I've got a dependency (I've got a dependency)\nAlways strung out for another taste of your honey\n[Chorus 2: Mariah Carey]\nIt's like honey when it washes over me\nYou know sugar never ever was so sweet\nAnd I'm dyin' for ya, cryin' for ya, I adore ya\nOne hit of your love addicted me\nNow I'm strung out on you, darlin', don't you see?\nEvery night and day\nI can hardly wait for another taste of honey [Post-Chorus: Mariah Carey]\nHoney, I can't describe\nHow good it feels inside\nHoney, I can't describe\nHow good it feels inside\n[Verse 2: Mariah Carey]\nI can't be elusive with you, honey\n'Cause it's blatant that I'm feelin' you\nAnd it's too hard for me to leave abruptly\n'Cause you're the only thing I wanna do\n[Chorus 1: Mariah Carey]\nAnd it's just like honey\nWhen your love comes over me\n(When your love comes over me)\nOh baby, I've got a dependency\nAlways strung out for another\nTaste of your honey\n[Chorus 2: Mariah Carey]\nIt's like honey when it washes over me\nYou know sugar never ever was so sweet\nAnd I'm dying for you, cryin' for you, I adore you\n(I need you, babe)\nOne hit of your love addicted me\n(Ooh, your love addicted me)\nNow I'm strung out on you, darlin'\nDon't you see every night and day?\n(I can't wait for another)\nI can hardly wait for another taste of honey [Post-Chorus: Mariah Carey]\n(Baby, I can hardly wait)\nHoney, I can't describe\n(Gotta have another taste)\nHow good it feels inside\n(I gotta have you now, come on, baby)\nHoney I can't describe\n(I need your honey right now)\nHow good it feels inside\n(Come sweet to me with your honey)\n[Bridge: Mariah Carey & \nDiddy\n]\n(Breakdown)\nEvery little thing you do\n(I like that)\nOh, oh, honey got me hooked on you\n[Chorus 2: Mariah Carey]\n(Honey, it's like)\nIt's like honey when it washes over me\nYou know sugar never ever was so sweet\n(Oh sugar, you know)\nAnd I'm dying for you, cryin' for you, I adore you\n(I need your love, oh, right now, baby)\nOne hit of your love addicted me\n(One)\nNow I'm strung out on you darlin'\n(Every)\nDon't you see every night and day?\nI can hardly wait for another taste of honey\n(I need a taste of honey) [Chorus 2: Mariah Carey]\nIt's like honey when it washes over me\n(I need...)\nYou know sugar never ever was so sweet\nAnd I'm dying for you, cryin' for you, I adore you\n(Honey I...)\nOne hit of your love addicted me\n(I nee-ee-ed, nee-ee-ed, nee-ee-ed it)\nNow I'm strung out on you darlin'\nDon't you see every night and day?\n(Oh honey I)\nI can hardly wait for another taste of honey\n(Honey I)\n[Chorus 2: Mariah Carey]\nIt's like honey when it washes over me\n(I nee-ee-ed, nee-ee-ed, need it)\nYou know sugar never ever was so sweet\nAnd I'm dying for you, cryin' for you, I adore you\n(I nee-ee-ed, nee-ee-ed, need it)\nOne hit of your love addicted me\n(And I nee-ee-ed, nee-ee-ed, need it)\nNow I'm strung out on you darlin'\nDon't you see every night and day?\n(I nee-ee-ed, nee-ee-ed, need it)\nI can hardly wait for another taste of honey" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Gauntlet with the following description: “The Gauntlet” is supposedly one of the oldest known songs to include Logic.\nThe song is believed to have been recorded between 2008-2009, which means it could have been recorded before his first ever project, Logic: The Mixtape. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Logic]\nUh\nNow who the fuck am I to say that you won't ever make it?\nBut the way that you rap, the people just won't ever take it\nI don't understand why you think you finna live it up\nLike a honey on prom night, give it up\nAin't no way you 'gon make it man, you need to conform\nStop everything you doin', start rappin', and still perform\nYou think that you really can record then go and perform\nAll the stupid lyrical shit that you been doin?\nThink twice, boy, you never had a shot wit it\nGo tighten up your game, Botox wit it\n'Cause we all know, I'm your worst critic\nSo what you need to do, you need to do wit it\nIs stop, drop, roll out and forget it\n'Cause like I said, all those people, they won't ever ever get it\nSo listen up man, stop in yo' tracks\nStop droppin' tracks and just relax\nNow who the fuck am I to say that you wrong, my man?\nBut it's untouchable, they way I devise the plan\n'Cause when I'm on it, I'm on it, and homie I ain't playin'\n50/50 like a Gin and Tonic, y'know I'm sayin?\nHalf emcee, other half listener\nHalf capturer, and half prisoner\nThey shit MIDI homie, my shit primo flow celsius and y'all twenty below [Verse 2: Redlineres]\nLook, I'm all about passin', I ain't got no time to fail\nFeelin' this wrath every time when I spit this hell (yeah)\nYou a fraud nigga (uh)\nYes, I can tell\nPlayin' with your life is gonna get you in the box, in jail\nIt ain't nothing harder than the bars (nah)\nMy passion and everyday gift will take me far\nAnd no time for real, no time for lames\nStart drinkin' the liquor straight so it can take the pain\nI'm on the red line reminiscing on the train\nThink positive, and every day, just maintain\nYou know?\n[Verse 3: J-Artz]\nUh, Mr. Johnson, all-star Stockton\nGot a couple golden guns, double O marksman\nA double kill is needed to prove the skill\nGot the eyes outflow, no radar low\nI'm a black ho, no escape, let's go\nTo the edge of the universe, homie let's roll\nPyramid perfect point\nDouble top blind spot\nNano-tech injected, call me a Robojock\nNever seem fatigued, 'cause I'm airless\nSpace travel with no ship, techless\nI'm naturally superior to other stage dwellers\nSneak attack, body bag, dig a hole, Goodfellas\nD.C. Flash with this, others can't target it\nGot the speed force, welcome to the dark abyss [Verse 4: Steph]\nCaught up in a secret society\nAnd the money just feeds my anxiety\n'Cause I know, I don't talk to the lord (uh)\nMy heart dark for having to endorse such\nPain as youngin' so to numb it I sip lean\nLet the weed fill up my lungs, and pop champagne\n'Til I get sick stomach, just disgusting what we do for a Lil' money\nThey say, \"You gotta change your ways, 'cause the Lord's comin'\"\nAnd I just gotta get paid, the landlord comin'\nSo I'm like, \"Forget God, just cut my check\"\nJust like a Nike sweatshirt (uh)\nCaught up in the rapture, fashion and swagger\nSnapback, a wardrobe sharper than a dagger\nPolo sweater made the same year that I was born\nAnd hand on the bible to the in crowd I'm sworn in" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called PILLOWTALK (Remix) with the following description: For the remix of his #1 smash “Pillowtalk”, former One-Directioner ZAYN enlists Lil Wayne, a rapper well-known for both his songs about sex and chart success.\nThe resulting product might’ve been inspired from a line in the first verse, because it goes slow—slower than the original. It also includes new rap verses from both Wayne & Zayn, and the production is more sensual and seductive. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Lil Wayne & \nZAYN\n]\nOh, yeah\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, brr\nIt's our paradise (\nOh\n), yeah (\nOh\n)\nAnd it's our war zone\n[Verse 1: ZAYN & \nLil Wayne\n]\nClimb on board (\nMula, baby\n)\nWe'll go slow and high tempo (\nYeah\n)\nLight and dark\nHold me hard and mellow\n[Bridge: ZAYN & \nLil Wayne\n]\nI'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure\nNobody but you, 'body but me, 'body but us, bodies together (\nHe the one, she the two\n)\nI love to hold you close, tonight and always\nI love to wake up next to you\n[Chorus: ZAYN & \nLil Wayne\n]\nSo we'll piss off the neighbors (\nTunechi, baby\n)\nIn the place that feels the tears, the place to lose your fears\nYeah, reckless behavior (\nShe come to the zoo\n)\nA place that is so pure, so dirty and raw (\nYeah\n)\nIn the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day\nFucking and fighting on\nIt's our paradise and it's our war zone (\nPop, pop, pop, pop, brr, paradise and our war zone\n)\nIt's our paradise and it's our war zone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & \nZAYN\n]\nPillow talk\nFuckin' and fightin', fuckin' and fightin', yeah, fuck it\nIf she love it, I like it, husband and wifey\nWe do what we do, we do how we do\nBut we makin' it through and the bedroom a zoo\nWe fuss for a few, then we fuck for a truce, yeah\nShe's somethin' to do when there's nothin' to do\nWe so ugly and cute, but the love is the proof\nNever chucking the deuce, never comin' unloose, woo\nPut my tongue in her noose, out my thumb in her 'boose\nMake her jump through the roof, now she touchin' the moon\nAnd she love when we spoon, she gon' cum and boo-hoo\nWhen she cummin', it's through\n[Chorus: ZAYN & \nLil Wayne\n]\nSo we'll piss off the neighbours (\nAyy\n)\nIn the place that feels the tears, the place to lose your fears (\nTunechi\n)\nYeah, reckless behavior (\nMula, baby\n)\nA place that is so pure, so dirty and raw\nIn the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day\nFucking and fighting on (\nYeah\n)\nIt's our paradise and it's our war zone (\nIt's our paradise\n)\nIt's our paradise and it's our war zone (\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, brr\n)\n[Verse 3: ZAYN & \nLil Wayne\n]\nIf anybody knows that's just how the game goes\nIn a few weeks she'll be somebody's, yo\nI got too many seeds, they all gotta grow\nNo, I didn't conceive, but I got one goal\nAnd yes, I felt the seed, but I don't no more\nNow I'll fuck her ten times 'cause I don't get bored (\nYeah\n)\nStandin' in halls where the great men shine\nThey were your dreams and the reason I mind\nYou woulda held me back and you wouldn't let me go\nYou woulda told me, \"No,\" you would have told me, \"Yes\"\nWoulda stayed the night, then we'd probably have sex\nAnd we know it ain't right but there's stuff that comes next [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nIt's our paradise and our war zone\nIt's our paradise and our war zone\n[Chorus: ZAYN & \nLil Wayne\n]\nSo we'll piss off the neighbours\nIn the place that feels the tears, the place to lose your fears\nYeah, reckless behavior (\nTunechi, baby\n)\nA place that is so pure, so dirty and raw (\nYeah\n)\nIn the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day\nFucking and fighting on\nIt's our paradise and it's our war zone (\nPop, pop, pop, pop, paradise and our war zone, yeah\n)\nIt's our paradise and it's our war zone (\nPop, pop, pop, pop, brr\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Toca Tuesdays Freestyle with the following description: Logic dropped by the Toca Tuesdays studio to kick it with DJ Tony Touch. While on the show, Logic spit a quick freestyle.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse]\nThey call me L-O-G-I-C up in, up in NYC\nSpittin' it off the top of the dome\nMurkin' they chromosomes\nCan you feel it\nThe second I inhale it\nNever despair it we got it\nYes, I been risen, hit em' real quick\nOff the top, never written\nGoddamn, can you feel it, said can you feel it\nCheck it, check it, check it now\nIt's crazy running into fans shake your hand, shit\nAnd on occasion runnin' into some stans\nThat'll do anything just to get they demo in your hands\nI tell em it's all love, I wish you the best fam, and man\nOn the real, it's really hella crazy\nThis is how we do it, let me get it for the fans\nCheck it\nSmoking in London while the snow fall\nIn another country so pardon me for the roll call\nDamn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense\nOn the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\nShows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\nYeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\nMany said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"bitch please, what up?\"\nAllow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\nNow let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse\nVisions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me\nFrom the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me\nOpen your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental\nY'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental\nShout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental\nBeen doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel\nI hit my ex, check it, I hit my ex\nStrictly off the top, never written\nThat is what we doing now\nGotta spit it off the top, like blao\nL-O-G-I-C I'm reppin' MD to the fullest\nPush us but never pull us we got it\nGoddamn, can you feel it\nActin' like they know me\nBut they don't so y'all can blow me\nChilling with the homie Tony\nYes we got it off the top\nThe t-o-p I do it to the fullest\nSo let me keep it going\nSo let me keep it flowing\nGet it get it, like that" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Neck of the Woods with the following description: This song is from Birdman’s Fast Money.\nExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Birdman]\nUptown!\nYeah\nYeah\nNigga!\n[Chorus: Birdman]\nWell, let me take you to the neck of the woods\nIn my hood (Uptown)\nShow you what we livin' like\n(Uptown)\nWell, let me take you to the neck of the woods\nIn my hood (Uptown)\nShow you what we livin' like\n(Uptown)\n[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]\nChyeah! Gangsta to the core\nAnkle-wrap flamer, paint your kitchen floor\nWith your whore, shit you can't ignore\nThings you endure when you fucking with the boy!\nAll I heard was, \"Weezy, don't kill me no more\"\nI hear your bullshit, I play matador\nI'm out of category, I ain't there with y'all\nI got a positive vibe, but I ain't scared of y'all\nGet the kid negative, never that at all\nThat rat-a-tat go off, that blat-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak\nI got a bitch so fine, her name \"Pérignon\"\nShe know how to stash quarters in her carry-on\nI blow out-of-town grass when I'm out of town\nUptown in the building—not a sound\n'Cause killers don't get heard about\nThey get whispered about or you get murdered out, nigga! [Chorus: Birdman & \nLil Wayne\n]\nWell, let me take you to the neck of the woods\nIn my hood (Uptown), show you what we livin' like\nWalking like a man, finger on the trigger\nGot money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga!\nWell, let me take you to the neck of the woods\nIn my hood (Uptown), show you what we livin' like\nWalking like a man, finger on the trigger\nGot money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga!\n[Verse 2: Birdman]\nThe first shot, the first nigga got shot\nWe bust him open like a blunt on a Marley, nigga (Yeah)\nA hundred G's, nigga, score us some keys\nAnd then, we went to the hood (Believe that), and then, we started to ballin', nigga (Started ballin, nigga)\nWe know them people been paper-chasin' (Watch them)\nSo we stay out the way, then we pull out the Harleys, nigga (Let's ride)\nWe keep the gauge close (Yeah), in case you won't know (Uh-huh)\nYou come to the hood? I bet you a target, nigga\nIt's all good 'til you catch a case (Stay up, nigga)\nA nigga never escape because you 'dicted to money, nigga (You addicted to money, nigga)\nWell, let me bring you back yesterday (Yeah)\nA lil' homie I know got full of that barma nigga (Ease up, nigga)\nFuckin round with that Kid-N-Play (Play too much, man)\nNigga fuckin with G's, a nigga twisted his body, nigga (Nigga twisted his body)\nWell, let me tell you 'bout this game I know\n(You keep flippin' dough, homie) And you'll be riding the flyest, nigga [Chorus: Birdman & \nLil Wayne\n]\nWell, let me take you to the neck of the woods\nIn my hood (Uptown), show you what we livin' like\nWalking like a man, finger on the trigger\nGot money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga!\nWell, let me take you to the neck of the woods\nIn my hood (Uptown), show you what we livin' like\nWalking like a man, finger on the trigger\nGot money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga!\n[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & \nBirdman\n]\nYou got it on your mind, lil' daddy, say somethin'\nAll that play buckin' gon get your face buttoned up\nNow when you smirk, you look like Jay-Z shirt\nFucking with the turf\nI'm puffin' on that Smurf—fuck you, come holler\nAnd tell Papa, \"Put away your dollars—your son got choppers\"\nAnd if you got enemies, your son got enemies\nYeah, believe that, nigga! Fuck 'em!\nThat's uptown energy, nigga!\n[Verse 4: Birdman]\nDon't waste no time on no bullshit (Bullshit)\nIf it ain't hood shit, we spend a lil' paper, nigga (We spend a lil' paper, shawty)\nWell, if you catch 'em in the hood, nigga (If you catch 'em)\nIt's all good (It's all good); shit, go 'head, do me that favor, nigga (Bow down, bitches)\nWell, let me take you deep down in the inside (Deep down)\nIt's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right (Grinding, nigga)\nIt's when you got to ride, it's when the homie die\nAnd the money can't stop the pain in the inside (Believe that) [Chorus: Birdman & \nLil Wayne\n]\nWell, let me take you to the neck of the woods\nIn my hood (Uptown), show you what we livin' like\nWalking like a man, finger on the trigger\nGot money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga!\nWell, let me take you to the neck of the woods\nIn my hood (Uptown), show you what we livin' like\nWalking like a man, finger on the trigger\nGot money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga!\n[Outro: Birdman (under Chorus)]\nPlease believe it\nBirdman and Birdman Junior\nWe hear them bitch-ass niggas talking, you heard?\nBut we up by one, you heard? They playing catch-up\nCash Money Millionaires\nHot Beezoh (Beezoh)! Holding it down, Birdman (Birdman)\nYou got a problem?\nYou know how we rock, homie! (Homie)\nHold Uptown down, big dog!\nBig dog! You heard me? (You heard me?)\n(Uptown)\n(Uptown)\n(Uptown)\n(Uptown)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called No Money No Love with the following description: “No Money No Love” is a reggae-influenced EDM track produced by David Guetta and Showtek. It features Swedish artist Elliphant and British artist Ms. Dynamite.\nThe track’s about regretting the past, and feeling that one can only has romance because of one’s wealth. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Elliphant]\n(I do it all, yeah yeah yeah, yeah)\n[Chorus: Elliphant & Ms. Dynamite]\nBorn in this world of sin\nIt's no money no love, no money no love\n(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)\nIn case you wanna hear it again\nIt's no money no love, no money no love\n(Yeah)\nIt's sure you love me now as the world is in my favor\nWatch me while I disappear\nNo money no love\n[Verse 1: Elliphant]\nI guess my heart's scarred from all my sins\nWas my payback to never feel old again\nCan you see the scars bruising my skin?\nOh I well wish I could erase them and start all over again\n[Pre-Chorus: Elliphant \n& Ms. Dynamite\n]\nYeah maybe I should get down on my knees and I'll still be forgiven\nFor what I've done\n[Chorus: Elliphant & Ms. Dynamite]\nBorn in this world of sin\nIt's no money no love, no money no love\n(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)\nIn case you wanna hear it again\nIt's no money no love, no money no love\n(Yeah)\nIt's sure you love me now as the world is in my favor\nWatch me while I disappear\nNo money no love\n(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) [Verse 2: Elliphant]\nVoodoo I call when the world is closing in\nIs it too late for me to be damned?\nI'd give my last to be loved again\nI cross my heart and clap for night\nCan you say this dealer, have some mercy\n[Pre-Chorus: Elliphant \n& Ms. Dynamite\n]\nMaybe I should get down on my knees and I'll still be forgiven\nFor what I've done\n[Chorus: Elliphant & Ms. Dynamite]\nBorn in this world of sin\nIt's no money no love, no money no love\n(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)\nIn case you wanna hear it again\nIt's no money no love, no money no love\n(Yeah)\nIt's sure you love me now as the world is in my favor\nWatch me while I disappear\nNo money no love\n[Outro]\nNo money no love\nNo money no love, no" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Black Panther with the following description: Kendrick kicks off the Black Panther soundtrack with a solitary verse speaking from the perspective of T'Challa, the main character, and alter ego of Black Panther. This is a full contrast to Kendrick’s second verse on “King’s Dead,” (appears later on the album) which speaks from the perspective of Erik Killmonger, who is Black Panther’s rival and is learned to be T'Challa’s cousin. The song also parallels Kendrick’s own perspective and responsibilities in society.\nThe song bears a calm, peaceful, hopeful, and uplifting vibe from the instrumentation throughout the song, down to Kendrick’s verse. This is to exemplify the heroic nature exhibited by T’Challa. Throughout the song, the beat switches to a darker key-laden sound, which expresses T'Challa’s Black Panther side. On the other hand, Kendrick’s portrayal of antagonist, Erik Killmonger in “King’s Dead,” is rapped in an aggressive and violent manner, while the beat is more dark and grim.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\n(\nWhy I go easy?\n)\n(\nKnow why I go \neasy\n)\nWait\n[Verse 1]\nKing of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland\nKing of the filthy, king of the fallen, we livin' again\nKing of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin'\nKing of the past, present, future, my ancestors watchin'\nKing of the culture, king of the soldiers, king of the bloodshed\nKing of the wisdom, king of the ocean, king of the respect\nKing of the optimistics and dreamers that go and get it\nKing of the winner's district and geniuses with conviction\n[Bridge]\nKing of the fighters, king of the fathers, king of the belated\nKing of the answer, king of the problem, king of the forsaken\nKing of the empathy, your resentment, king of remorse\nKing of my enemies, may they fall defeat, I rejoice\nKing of the skyscrapers, dodgin' haters, broke religion\nNine faces, go against 'em, I erased 'em with precision\nI embrace them with collision\n, \nkings did it\nKing's vision, Black Panther, King Kendrick, all hail the king!\n[Verse 2]\nI dropped a million tears\nI know several responsibilities put me here\nI don't pedal backwards, but I live old-fashioned\nThe lens that I'm lookin' through\nWon't prescribe me the right glasses, masses are now free\nAshes I'm dumpin' out, 'bout to spread all 'cross seas\nSisters and brothers in unison, not because of me\nBecause we don't glue with the opposition, we glue with peace\nBut still'd fuck up your organization if any beef [Outro]\nWhat do you stand for?\nAre you a activist? What are your city plans for?\nAre you a accident? Are you just in the way?\nYour native tongue contradictin' what your body language say\nAre you a king or you jokin'? Are you a king or you posin'?\nAre you a king or you smokin' bowl rocks to keep you open?\nBecause the king don't cry, king don't die\nKing don't lie, king give all, king get by, king don't fall\nKingdom come, when I come, you know why\nKING! KING! KING! KING! KING!\nI am T'Challa" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Junya with the following description: “Junya” is a tribute to elusive Japanese fashion designer Junya Watanabe.\nWatanabe, a protégé of Comme des Garçons designer Rei Kawakubo, is best known for his work with CDG as well as his own eponymous clothing brand.\nThe song features Kanye’s “Go2DaMoon” collaborator Playboi Carti, marking the duo’s second collaboration. This track is one of two collaborations with Carti on Donda, the other being “Off the Grid”.\nPrior to Donda’s release, Kanye shared a now-deleted photo to Instagram of himself and Carti recording together at Mercedes-Benz Stadium, presumably working on this track.\nThe song is produced by Digital Nas, who produced Carti’s early tracks “Run It” and “Lil Boy,” and marks the first collaboration between Kanye and Digital Nas. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Kanye West]\nJunya Watanabe on my wri', wri'\nJunya Watanabe on my wri', wri'\nTell 'em this, did he miss?\nJunya Watanabe on my, mmh\nI can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh, mmh)\n[Verse 1: Kanye West]\nEx-strippers (Mmh, mmh)\nNew killers (Mmh, mmh), Chi' **** tell 'em (Mmh, mmh)\nThis on Donda (Mmh, mmh), on my mama (Mmh, mmh)\nMade a promise (Mmh)\n[Chorus: Kanye West]\nJunya Watanabe on my wri'\nJunya Watanabe on my wri'\nTell 'em this, did he miss? (Wri')\nJunya Watanabe on my, mmh\nI can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh)\nJunya Watanabe on my wri' (Mmh, mmh)\nJunya Watanabe on my—\n[Verse 2: Kanye West]\nAll summer (Mmh, mmh), all summer (Mmh, mmh)\n.45 gunners (Mmh, mmh), in pajamas (Mmh, mmh)\nThey piranhas (Mmh, mmh)\nBuy out the store in hours like we planned it [Chorus: Kanye West]\nJunya Watanabe on my wri'\nJunya Watanabe on my wri'\nTell 'em this, did he miss?\nJunya Watanabe on my, mmh\nI can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh)\nJunya Watanabe on my wri'\n[Verse 3: Playboi Carti & \nKanye West\n]\nFor five summers, hold up, uh\nFor five summers, hold up\nFor five summers, hold up, uh\nFor five summers, hold up, uh\nWe took over, hold up, uh\nWe took over, hold up\nWe took over, hold up\nWe took over, hold up\nBorn in Atlanta\n (Mmh, mmh)\nNot Montana\n (Mmh, mmh)\n'Scuse my manners\n (Mmh, mmh)\nI got standards\nUh, yeah, 'scuse my manners (Mmh, mmh)\nI got standards (Mmh, mmh)\nI got status (Mmh, mmh)\nYou don't want static (Mmh, mmh) [Verse 4: Kanye West & \nPlayboi Carti\n]\nSee more comments (\nMmh, mmh\n)\nThan I see commas (\nMmh, mmh\n)\nThey going dummy (\nMmh, mmh\n)\nWe going Donda (\nMmh, mmh\n)\nLet me be honest (\nMmh, mmh\n)\nLet me be honest (\nMmh, mmh\n)\nI won with the bucks, boy\nLet me Giannis (\nMmh, mmh\n)\nI won with the bucks, boy (Mm, mm)\nThe spirit is on us (\nMmh, mmh\n)\nThe spirit of Donda\nGod's time can't fit on a wrist\nJunya wanna have me on my— ( Wri', wri', wri')\nMove out of the way of my release (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nTryna get me off my Qs and Ps (Yeah, yeah, \nyeah, watch it\n)\nWhy can't losers never lose in peace?\n (\nYeah\n, yeah, \nwatch it\n)\nAin't nobody 'round me losing sleep\nBetter find God 'fore He find me\nTell the Devil good night, go to sleep" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called In My Room with the following description: Yellow Claw hits up some popular west coast artists and has them discuss their sexual prowess over an electronic beat. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]\nYellow Claw and Mustard on the beat, ho\nDolla $ign\n[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]\nWe can do anything all your wildest dreams\nGoin' up in my room\nI know you a freak\nLet's party, let's drink\nThen go to my room\nShake it fast to the beat\nI know you wanna lead straight to my room\nYou all I wanna see\nCome follow me straight to my room\n[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]\nI see you, yeah\nI see you, yeah\nIf you ready, let's go\nIf you ready, let's go\nI want you, you want me too, yeah\nIf you ready, let's go\nIf you ready, let's go\n[Verse 2: Tyga]\nFollow me to my room a long way from the front door\nThe front door's a long way from the driveway\nMy place far, about an hour out, but 458's like catchin' a flight bae\nCoco white, you know my smile bae\nWanna ride the boy, yippee-yo-kai-ay\nMade her feel so good, she thought I was Kanye\nBut I'm T-Raww and my room's on the beach ma [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]\nI could be your treat, I be goin' real deep\nIn my room\nI put that ass to sleep, push your head to your feet\nIn my room\nAlready said you'se a freak but don't be using no teeth\nIn my room\nGot some things I could teach ya girl, I'm a dog with no leash\nIn my room\n[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]\nI see you, yeah\nI see you, yeah\nIf you ready, let's go\nIf you ready, let's go\nI want you, you want me too, yeah\nIf you ready, let's go\nIf you ready, let's go" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Heart of Glass (Live from the iHeart Festival) with the following description: “Heart of Glass” is a cover of the 1979 hit of the same name originally by Blondie. The song was used as the opening for Cyrus’s iHeartMusic Festival set on September 20, 2020.\nFollowing the positive reaction to the cover, it was released on streaming on September 29.\nThe cover was later included on the tracklist for her seventh studio album, Plastic Hearts, released on November 27, 2020. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nOnce had a love and it was a gas\nIt soon turned out I had a heart of glass\nSeemed like the real thing, only to find\nMuch o' mistrust, love's gone behind\nOnce had a love and it was divine\nI soon found out I was losing my mind\nIt seemed like the real thing but I was so blind\nMuch o' mistrust, love's gone behind\n[Verse 1]\nIn between, what I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine\nLove is so confusing, there's no peace of mind\nIf I fear I'm losing you, it's just no good\nYou teasing like you do\n[Chorus]\nOnce had a love and it was a gas\nIt soon turned out I had a heart of glass\nSeemed like the real thing, only to find\nMuch o' mistrust, love's gone bеhind\n[Verse 2]\nLost inside, adorable illusion and I cannot hide\nI'm thе one you're using, please don't push me aside\nWe could've made it cruising, yeah [Pre-Chorus]\nRiding high on love's true bluish light\n[Chorus]\nOnce I had a love and it was a gas\nIt soon turned out to be a pain in the ass\nSeemed like the real thing only to find\nMuch o' mistrust, love's gone behind" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Cool (Demo) with the following description: “Cool” is a song by Dua Lipa, which appeared on her second studio album, Future Nostalgia (2020). The demo version of the song leaked online on March 27, 2021, and features different instrumental production and some lyrical changes throughout the song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nBet you never had a love like this (Ah-ha)\nHit you harder than you ever expected (Ooh)\nWe been up all goddamn night, all night, all night (Ah-ha)\nKeep it going till we see the sunlight\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the colour of the sky looking nice-o-nice\nYou know, you know, you know\nBaby, I could show you all the higher life\nYou know, you know I got\n[Chorus]\nGot you losin' all your cool\n'Cause I'm burnin' up on you\nIn control of what I do\nAnd you love the way I move\nWe'll get the heat and the thrill\nGives you more than any pill\nNever runnin' out of juice\nWhen it's only me and you\nI got ya, I got ya losin' all your cool\nI guess we're ready for the summеr (Ooh)\n[Verse 2]\nI like us better whеn we're intertwined (Ah-ha)\nThe way you touch me got me losin' my senses (Hey)\nPut your love with your lips on mine, on mine, on mine (Ah-ha)\nYou got me working up an appetite-tite [Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the colour of the sky looking nice-o-nice\nYou know, you know, you know\nBaby, I could show you all the higher life\nYou know, you know I got\n[Chorus]\nGot you losin' all your cool\n'Cause I'm burnin' up on you\nIn control of what I do\nAnd you love the way I move\nWe'll get the heat and the thrill\nGives you more than any pill\nNever runnin' out of juice\nWhen it's only me and you\nI got ya, I got ya losin' all your cool\nI guess we're ready for the summer (Ooh)\nI got ya, I got ya losin' all your cool\nI guess we're ready for the summer (Ooh)\n[Bridge]\nSkintight\nI'll show you heaven, there's nothing better\nI'll give it to you all night\nYou know, you know, you know\nGot you losin' all your cool\nYeah, you like the way I move\nIn control of what I do\nAnd my love makes you brand new [Chorus]\nGot you losin' all your cool (Woo)\n'Cause I'm burnin' up on you (Hey)\nIn control of what I do\nAnd you love the way I move (Hey, go)\nWe'll get the heat and the thrill\nGives you more than any pill\nNever runnin' out of juice (Woo)\nWhen it's only me and you\nI got ya, I got ya losin' all your cool (Cool, cool, cool)\nI guess we're ready for the summer (Cool, cool, cool)\nI got ya, I got ya losin' all your cool (Cool, cool, cool)\nI guess we're ready for the summer\nI got ya, got ya, got ya losin' all your cool (Cool, cool, cool)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Try Me with the following description: “Try Me” is a star studded collaboration between Punch and the four Black Hippy members: Ab-Soul, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q, and Kendrick Lamar. On the track, the artists trade bars about their fighting abilities and warn their detractors to stop doubting them. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: DJ Ill Will]\nTop Dawg E.N.T., from Carson to Watts\nTurn this shit the fuck up\n(Try Me)\n[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]\nUh, do you really want a test?\nBetter study real hard 'fore you end up with an F, try me, uh\nBe my guest, Soul's what every soul wanna be I guess\nI'm with the B-I pardon me I be a phenom\nHeard you was a fag in LA, like FILA\nWhatever happened to the U-N-I-T-Y?\nLike Queen Latifa\nS\nee you steam as a little teapot (how so?)\nShort but not too stout (uh)\nYour clout fabricate what you 'bout (huh)\nI'm bout done fuckin' wit' you small time MC's\nNigga I'm competin' wit' Pun\nRun up and get done up like a prom hair-do\nTop floor still on the come up, where are you?\nIt's one million ways to die I'm livin' proof\nMatter fact let me rephrase that, (Try me), uh\n[Chorus: Sample]\n\"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Actions—\" \"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Actions—\" \"Action speaks louder than words\"\n(Try Me) [Verse 2: Jay Rock]\nCommitted to my cash, loyal to my projects\nBut AR knock off a nigga biceps\nI'm a go getter, I'm a gorilla\nNigga I'm the shit, shit on shitters, I'm realer, Rock\nI'm so exquisite, bitches, they love to visit\nFuck 'em and send them home with their fucking thongs missing\nI'm what the game missing, that's why them rappers hate me\nNext nigga who try me I'ma leave his head vacant (blah)\nGoon to the death, thanks to my habitat\nSee fore you speak, better watch who you yappin' at\nAnd if you speak then it's you I'll be clappin' at\nOne shot, one kill, no clappin' back\nI'm in the streets, I hear you niggas talkin'\nClaimin' they killers and that ain't even in they hearts, bitch\nThey something like ink on a piece of paper, marks\nI'm something like a razor blade, sharp\n[Chorus: Sample]\n\"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Actions—\" \"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Actions—\" \"Action speaks louder than words\"\n(Try Me)\n[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]\nWanna compete with this tech-a-nique?\nBig gun, take a seat\nI can blaze for days but me? Rather take a freak\nTouch socks in the suite, big name in the street\nTop Dawg E.N.T., GED, TNT\n40 Glock, pop shit, bust into the Glock click\nSemi-automatic lips spit when the pin itch\nTighter than a closed fist\nProduct, make your nose twitch\nAll that bold shit, have you buried where my dog piss\nTortoise, speedin' through the game like Porsches\nFortress, thousand dollar frames on our porches\nCautious, cock it and explode the track\nYour brain over wax, it's solved over rap\nShots breathe, got power tell the cops freeze\nCountin' all this bread, Aftermath, not Eve\nBig league, I'm the best, my spot's earned\nYou niggas disagree? (try me) [Chorus: Sample]\n\"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Actions—\" \"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Actions—\" \"Action speaks louder than words\"\n(Try Me)\n[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]\nAnybody can get it\nSend 'em in a cloud if you think sky's the limit\nI'm foul, like an elbow intended\nIn the game, no winning even if it is a scrimmage\nYou can get coached right now\nBlack Phil Jackson maxin'\nCooler than George Bush when the planes went down\nAs far as rappin'?\nI should be a wordsmith\nPorsche GT swerve like cursive (beep beep)\nY'all wait on Wayne to drop C3\nI drop C4,\n bomb on you (I mean war)\nNo white flag, put 'em in a full body cast\nLike a sitcom, make 'em sit calm, I sip Dom P\nBumpin' the Iselys, with a bitch on\nMy wee wee like I been in France too long\nNeed another level, been advanced too long\nNiggas want war come on [Chorus: Sample]\n\"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Actions—\" \"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Action speaks louder than words\"\n\"Actions—\" \"Action speaks louder than words\"\n(Try Me)\n[Verse 5: Punch]\nUh, this nigga tryin' to meet the architect\nYou going about this thing the wrong way\nThat kinda far fetched (That's kinda far fetched)\nWhat's the reason for this nonsense?\nYou listen to your boys\nYou should have reasoned with your conscience (naw)\nYou wasn't built for this content\nI send a chick at you that dabble in bondage\nTie you to the bed post as you respond with kindness\nEven let her blindfold you, you love how she dominant\nMy Spanish chick from Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy\nWho specialize in givin' Brazilian Neckties\nWhile I sip a Mai Tai\nCause my time is far more important\nThan to be shootin' it out with tough guys\nAnd I, still flow like faucet water\nMy niggas half step like foster daughters\nMy mic can slaughter a nation like the angel of god\nYou think this lyrical homicide nigga? (Try me)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called 8 Mile: Lyckety-Splyt vs B-Rabbit with the following description: This song is the first of the three rap battles that take place toward the end of 8 Mile. The battle is between Em’s character B-Rabbit, and local Detroit rapper Strike’s character, Lyckety-Splyt.\nInterestingly, Strike was on the wrong side of the law during auditions and had to be bailed out by Em to be part of the film. He recalled the experience in a 2014 interview with Grantland:\nWhen we pulled up to the [auditions], we actually thought it was the feds. At that time I was in the streets, carrying guns. [Later,] Em done bailed me out on my attempted murder case. Everybody there in the crowd was a performer, a rapper, a ex-rapper, a never-could-really-rap-for-real real rapper.\nIn the film, B-Rabbit wins this battle and proceeds to the next round. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Strike (as Lyckety Splyt)]\nTell you something\nCheck this out, check this out\nYo\n[Verse 1: Strike (as Lyckety Splyt)]\nThis guy's a choke artist, you'll catch a bad one\nYou're better off shootin' yourself with Papa Doc's handgun\nClimbin' up this mountain, you're weak\nI'll leave you lost without a paddle, floatin' shit's creek\nYou ain't Detroit, I'm the D, you the new kid on the block\n'Bout to get smacked back to the boondocks\nFuckin' Nazi, your squad ain't your type\nTake some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice\nAnd what I tell you, you better use it\nThis guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie Nelson music\nTrailer trash, I'll choke you to your last breath\nAnd have you lookin' foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself\nSilly Rabbit, I know why they call you that, 'cause\nYou follow Future like he got carrots up his ass crack\nAnd when you actin' up, that's when you got jacked up\nAnd left stupid, \nlike Tina Turner when she got smacked up\nI'll crack your shoulder blade\nYou'll get dropped so hard that \nElvis\n will start turnin' in his grave\nI don't know why they let you out in the dark\nYou need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park [Interlude: Eminem (as B-Rabbit)]\nAlright, look\nAyo\n[Verse 2: Eminem (as B-Rabbit)]\nThis guy raps like his parents jerked him\nHe sounds like Erick Sermon, the generic version\nThis whole crowd looks suspicious\nIt's all dudes in here, except for these bitches\nSo I'm a German, eh?\nThat's okay, you look like a fuckin' worm with braids\nThese Leaders of the Free World rookies\nLookie, how can six dicks be pussies?\nTalkin' 'bout shit's creek\nBitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles this deep\nYou're still gonna sink,\n you're a disgrace\nYeah, they call me Rabbit, this is a turtle race\nHe can't get with me, spittin' this shit wickedly\nLickety shot suspicious spickety split lickety\nSo I'ma turn around with a great smile\nAnd walk my white ass back across 8 Mile" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called No Sense with the following description: “No Sense” is the second collaboration between Bieber and Travi$, the first being “Maria I’m Drunk” from Travi$‘ debut album, Rodeo. Dating back to August 4th, 2015 when Travi$ helped promote Justin’s “What Do You Mean?,” the two artists have developed a beautiful friendship: they perform together, take cute pics, crowd surf and even meet each other’s family. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Justin Bieber]\nIt don't make no sense 'less I'm doing it with you\nIt don't make no sense 'less I'm doing it with you\n[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]\nThe sun don't set the same\n'Less you're watching it go down with me\nThe bed won't sleep the same\n'Less you're waking up in here with me\nOh, my heart's a vacant house\nWhen you're gone away, it's so empty\nAnd love don't make sense when it's empty (Oh no)\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've driven almost every car\nIt ain't the same when I'm without you\nBeen around a million stars\nNone of them shine brighter than you\nThe sky be so dark now without you\nYeah, ooh, baby\n[Chorus: Justin Bieber]\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\nOh been around the world\nAin't the same without you\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you [Verse 2: Justin Bieber]\nFocus ain't the same\nIf the picture ain't got you in it\nIn every line my\nEmotions ain't the same\nIf it ain't about you, I don't get it\nEver since the beginning now\nYou had that effect on me\nAll I wanna do is you, oh\nI mean that so literally\nDon't nobody go harder than you\nAll of the angels must be lonely now, without you, woah\n[Chorus: Justin Bieber (Travis Scott)]\nIt don't make sense, no\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\n'Less I'm doing it with you baby\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\nI only want to hear your voice, yeah\nOh, been around the world\nAin't the same without you\nHad to find out the hard way\nIt don't make sense, no\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\n(Going way up, way up)\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\n(Way up, way up, way up)\n(Yeah, slow down stay up, stay up, stay up)\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you [Verse 3: Travis Scott]\nTime and time again I break a plan\nWithout you, girl I ain't the man\nCould never be all I can be\nYou overstand, I'm incomplete\nApparently, gotta know I hate that\nHow I'm supposed to take that?\nBoo'd up, missing all of that\nGotta be laying in that\nRolled up, put a flame to that\nThought by now you would have made it back\nBe patient\nWon't you pull up to me now?\nLive forever young\nIt’s amazing\nI don't want to sleep 'less you at home\n[Chorus: Justin Bieber]\nIt don't make sense, no\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\nNo, It don't make sense\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\nNo, it don't make sense\nIt don't make sense\nIt don't make no sense\n'Less I'm doing it with you\n(Alright, yeah, alright)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Kick In The Door with the following description: Off of Kendrick and Jay Rock’s collaborative mixtape, No Sleep Til NYC, this song samples Kick In The Door by Notorious B.I.GExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]\nWatch how I kill 'em with the funky rhythm\nRappers I babysit 'em like soap operas they are my children\nYou dealing with the most phenomenon\nMy style raw like Madonna on, PCP\nB-I-G, Frank White used to rock hand me down air nikes\nNow I style proper, i gotta\nBe laced in linen that's Versace\nPolo fleeces, my bitches in Vicky secrets\nDom Perignon to carry on the festivities\nCristal when the sun go down\nAnybody wanna touch me, the gun go \"blaow\"\nIt gets ugly, like New York momma, who want drama?\nBiggie drop bombs like Osama, my bank account\nWhat can i say? comma comma, comma\nKami-kaze, snap shots at you like papparazzi\nDefinition, Junior Mafia, ?\n[Hook x2: Jay Rock]\nKick in the door, wavin' the four-four\nAll you heard was \"Dot, don't hit me no more\"\nKick in the door, wavin' the four-four\nAll you heard was \"Punch, don't hit me no more\"\n[Verse 2: Punch]\nIt's Punch people, on a quest for the root of evil\nTread softly, death row is where the Ruger leave you\nI'm no shooter, but you know my people\nBlood pressure get to boilin', you know black people\nThey got them 44's, Macs, them Eagles\nPack them in the back of a Reagle, and come clap your people\nRide the track like a Mack truck on diesel, mattafact\nI don't rap, i just do it for my people\nIt's so easy, treat the flow like a freethrow\nTryna' take me out my zone, watch me let three go\nI'm 36, old, speak with eses, kilos\nIcicle flow, yeah, I'm so below zero\nKick in the door if you try and play the hero\n20 like the heat, you ? casino [Hook x2: Jay Rock]\nKick in the door, wavin' the four-four\nAll you heard was \"Dot, don't hit me no more\"\nKick in the door, wavin' the four-four\nAll you heard was \"Punch, don't hit me no more\"\n[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]\nI don't worry bout' none of you rappers\nMost of y'all talking practice, actors like Denzel\nUntil you trapped in a lion den with stake\nUnder your chin, oh well, shouldn't play with Big Poppa\n357 over my boxers\nMagnum, tell the doctor I shot ya, ugh\nToe tag 'em, crack with purple tops, we bag 'em\nHouse licks, we ski mask 'em, baby baby\n[Verse 4: Punch]\nLet me get it, let me sink my teeth in it\nPut you niggas in a cobra clutch,with no submission\nIt's to the death, to the endin'\nPush you to your final destination, hurry up, your casket waiting, who told you put a thought together ?\nYou brainstormin', I control the weather, i'm thinking sunshine" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called All The Stars (Demo) with the following description: This track serves as the demo for “All The Stars,” a collaboration between Kendrick Lamar and SZA that already had two versions: a single version and an album version. This version has Kendrick on the chorus, unlike the finished versions, and an open second verse as SZA was not on the song yet. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYeah, I like it\n[Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nLove, let's talk about love\nIs it anything and everything you hoped for?\nOr do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt)\nI know the feeling haunt you (Haunt)\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]\nTell me what you gon' do to me\nConfrontation ain't nothin' new to me\nYou can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue\nBut you can't bring the truth to me\nFuck you and all your expectations\nI don't even want your congratulations\nI recognize your false confidence\nAnd calculated promises all in your conversation\nI hate people that feel entitled\nLook at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you\nOh, you important?\nYou the moral to the story? You endorsin'?\nMothafucka, I don't even like you\nCorrupt a man's heart with a gift\nThat's how you find out who you dealin' with\nA small percentage who I'm buildin' with\nI want the credit if I'm losin' or I'm winnin'\nOn my momma, that's the realest shit [Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nLove, let's talk about love\nIs it anything and everything you hoped for?\nOr do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt)\nI know the feeling haunt you (Haunt)\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\n[Instrumental Break]\n[Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nLove, let's talk about love\nIs it anything and everything you hoped for?\nOr do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt)\nI know the feeling haunt you (Haunt)\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nThis may be the night that my dreams might let me know\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer\nAll the stars are closer" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called School Spirit (Skit 2) with the following description: Donda West, Kanye West’s mother, was a strong believer in academics and this skit can be seen to be directed at her. Of course, there is no disrespect intended, but this is what Kanye felt was right and so who is to stop him? Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Skit: De'Ray Davis]\nYou keep it going, man, you keep those books rolling\nYou pick up all those books that you're gonna read and not remember and you roll, man\nYou get that associate's degree, okay?\nThen you get your bachelor's\nThen you get your masters\nThen you get your \nmasters' masters\nThen you get your doctorate\nYou go, man\nAnd then, when everybody says quit, you show them those degrees, man\nWhen everyone says, \"Hey, you're not working, you're not making any money\"\nYou say, \"You look at my degrees, and you look at my life\nYeah, I'm fifty-two, so what?\nHate all you want, but I'm smart, I'm so smart\nAnd, and I'm in school\nAll these guys out here, uh, making money all these ways\nAnd I'm spending mine to be smart\nYou know why?\n'Cause when I die, buddy\nYou know what's gonna keep me warm?\nThat's right, those degrees\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Touch the Sky with the following description: Produced by Just Blaze, using a slowed down sample from Curtis Mayfield’s “Move On Up”, a style that Kanye also employs.\nThis song notably features Lupe Fiasco’s first big breakthrough. He dropped Food & Liquor a year later.\nFun fact: Kanye was sued by Evel Knievel for the music video of this song, because Kanye used images and patterns that matched Knievel’s trademarked suit. It was settled when Knievel met Kanye, calling him “quite a gentleman”.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Kanye West]\nI gotta testify\nCome up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky\nGotta testify\nCome up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky\n[Verse 1: Kanye West]\nBack when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc\nBefore Cam got the shit to pop\nThe doors was closed\nI felt like Bad Boy's street team: I couldn't work the locks\nNow let's go, take 'em back to the plan\nMe and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van\nAny pessimists, I ain't talk to them\nPlus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment\nLet's take 'em back to the club\nLeast about an hour I stand on line\nI just wanted to dance,\n \nI went to Jacob an hour\nAfter I got my advance, I just wanted to shine\nJay favorite line: \"Dawg, in due time!\"\nNow he look at me, like, \"Damn, dawg! You where I am!\"\nA hip-hop legend\nI think I died in that accident, ‘cause this must be Heaven [Chorus: Kanye West]\nI gotta testify\nCome up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky\nGotta testify\nCome up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky\n[Post-Chorus: Kanye West]\nNow let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh\n(Top of the world, baby, top top of the world!)\nA-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh\n(Top of the world, baby, on top of the world!)\nNow let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh\n(Top of the world, baby, top top of the world!)\nA-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh\n(Top of the world, baby, on top of the world!)\n[Verse 2: Kanye West]\nBack when Gucci was the shit to rock\nBack when Slick Rick got the shit to pop\nI'd do anything to say I got it\nDamn, them new loafers hurt my pocket\nBefore anybody wanted K. West beats\nMe and my girl split the buffet at KFC\nDog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns\nLike \"Man, these niggas that much better than me?\"\nBaby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane\nAnd I don't know if I'll be back again\nSure enough, I sent the plane tickets\nBut when she came to kick it, things became different\nAny girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on\nCouldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long\nI'm tryin' to right my wrongs\nBut it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now [Chorus: Kanye West]\nI gotta testify\nCome up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\nYou gon' touch the sky, baby girl, testify\nCome up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\n[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]\nYes, yes, yes, guess who's on third?\nLupe steal like Lupin the 3rd\nHere like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb\nPeachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge\nLet's slow it down like we're on the syrup\nBottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth\nBut, before you say another word\nI'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street\nI'm tryna stop lyin' like I'm Mumm-Ra\nBut I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat,\n \nen garde\nOr touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed\nBut I still feel possessed as a gun charge\nCome as correct as a porn star\nIn a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car\nSo, I represent the first\nNow let me end my verse right where the horns are, like uh [Chorus: Kanye West]\nI gotta testify\nCome up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\nYou gon' touch the sky, baby girl, testify\nCome up in the spot lookin' extra fly\n'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky\n[Outro: Kanye West]\nWe back at home, baby!\nSky high, I’m, I’m sky high!\nI’m, I’m sky high!\nI’m, I’m sky high!\nI’m, I’m sky high!\nI’m, I’m sky high!\nSky, sky high! I’m, I’m sky high!\nYeah, keep it rollin'!\nYeah, uh, feels good to be home, baby!\nFeels good to be home!\n[Produced by Just Blaze]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called (Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear with the following description: Because of this song, fans would send Elvis teddy bears as gifts. Every year, on his birthday, just inundated with teddy bears at his door. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nBaby, let me be your loving teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be (Oh, let him be)\nYour teddy bear\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna to be a tiger\nBecause tigers play too rough\nI don't wanna be a lion\n'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough\n[Verse 2]\nJust wanna be your teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be (Oh, let him be)\nYour teddy bear\n[Verse 3]\nBaby, let me be around you every night\nRun your fingers through my hair\nAnd cuddle me real tight\nOh, let me be (Oh, let him be)\nYour teddy bear [Chorus]\nI don't wanna to be a tiger\nBecause tigers play too rough\nI don't wanna be a lion\n'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough\n[Verse 2]\nJust wanna be your teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be (Oh, let him be)\nYour teddy bear\n[Outro]\nOh, let me be (Oh, let him be)\nYour teddy bear\nI just wanna be your teddy bear (Whoo)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Can’t Believe It with the following description: Released on July 29, 2008, “Can’t Believe It” was the lead single for T-Pain’s third studio album, Thr33 Ringz.\nThe song features Lil Wayne and is the duo’s second collaboration released as a single, following Wayne’s track “Got Money”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: T-Pain]\nShe make me feel so good\nBetter than I would by myself\nOr if was with somebody else\nYou don't understand she make the people say yeah yeah\n[Verse 1: T-Pain]\nI can put you in the log cabin\nSomewhere in Aspen\nGirl ain't nothing to the Pain\nAin't tricking if you got it what you asking for\nPut you in the mansion\nSomewhere in Wisconsin\nLike I said ain't nothing to the Pain\nWe can change that last name\n, what's happening\nCause you look so good\nTell me why you wanna work here\nI put you on the front page of a King Magazine\nBut you gon get yourself hurt here\n[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]\nBaby I brought you in the back just to have a conversation\nReally think you need some ventilation\nLet's talk about you and me\n[Chorus: T-Pain]\nOh, I can't believe it\nOoo ooo she all on me, on me\nMan man I think she want me, want me\nNah I can't leave her lonely, now\nOh, I can't believe it\nOoo ooo she all on me, on me\nMan man I think she want me, want me\nNah I can't leave her lonely, now\nAnd you don't understand she make the people say yeah, yeah, yeah\nShe hit the main stage she make the people say yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: T-Pain]\nI could put you in the condo\nAll the way up in Toronto\nBaby put you in the fur coat\nRiding the \nMurciélago\nI put you in the beach house\nRight on the edge of Costa Rica\nPut one of em lil' flowers in your hair\nHave you looking like a fly mamacita, fuego\nCause you look so good\nYou make me wanna spend it all on you\nGet up out this club\nSlide with your boy\nWe can do what you wanna, yeah\n[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]\nBaby I brought you in the back cause you need a little persuasion\nPlus you need a little ventilation\nLet's talk about you and me\n[Chorus: T-Pain]\nOh, I can't believe it\nOoo ooo she all on me, on me\nMan man I think she want me, want me\nNah I can't leave her lonely, now\nOh, I can't believe it\nOoo ooo she all on me, on me\nMan man I think she want me, want me\nNah I can't leave her lonely, now\nAnd you don't understand she make the people say yeah, yeah, yeah\nShe hit the main stage she make the people say yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]\nNow I can put your ass out\nKeep running your mouth\nAnd if your brothers come tripping\nI'mma show em what these teardrops bout\nShawty I was just playing\nOh but I can take you to the Cayman Islands\nHave you screaming and hollering\nWe gonna be making\nLove on the beach\nThe people see what we doing\nAww, they pointing and ooing\nOh but we gone keep on doing it\nLike it's just me and you and no one else around\nIt went down on the balcony\nAnd I ain't talking no penthouse suite\nShawty like a model out the Penthouse Sheets\nThat's why I got her on my Penthouse Sheets\n[Chorus: T-Pain]\nOh, I can't believe it\nOoo ooo she all on me, on me\nMan man I think she want me, want me\nNah I can't leave her lonely, naw\nOh, I can't believe it\nOoo ooo she all on me, on me\nMan man I think she want me, want me\nNah I can't leave her lonely, naw\nAnd you don't understand she make the people say yeah, yeah, yeah\nShe hit the main stage she make the people say yeah, yeah, yeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Ready to Go with the following description: Limp Bizkit signed to Birdman’s Cash Money Records in 2012, and this was the result of that signature, a collaboration track with Cash Money veteran Lil Wayne. It was claimed to be a single for their much-delayed album Stampede of the Disco Elephants. The budget extended far enough for a video to be recorded, featuring live footage and a rare appearance from Weezy. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nGo fuck yourself! Limp Bizkit!\nPolow! Check one two!\nAnd I glo' it up! Oh, come on!\nYo! Boil up!\nT-Turn it up!\nY'all ready for this?\n[Hook: Limp Bizkit]\nThey say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'\nThey say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe\nWe drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nThey say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'\nThey say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe\nWe drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nShe ready to go, she ready to go\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nShe ready to go, she ready to go\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\n[Verse 1: Fred Durst]\nCome on, back it's the motherfuckin' Rock-God\nI'm so poker-faced, ladies goin' Ga-Ga\nThat's right, it's Freddy D, the public enemy\nYou know, the one to have Britney droppin' to her knees\nI don't give a fuck, I probably never will\nBitch, get at me if that ass is like Jessica Biel's\nWho down with me tonight? You know, I'll treat you right\nYou shake for me until they turnin' on them ugly lights\nThrow them fingers up, and finger-fuck the sky\nShe like the way we pump it, I call her pumpkin pie\nI ain't about to lie, I came up in it high\nYou got a problem? I'll bust you in your fucking eye (player!)\n\"Baby, you're a rockstar!\", I know who the fuck I am\n40 million records later, I am still the fuckin' man\nI came to rock, all she wants to do is roll\nNow she at my house slidin' up and down that pole [Hook: Limp Bizkit]\nThey say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'\nThey say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe\nWe drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nThey say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'\nThey say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe\nWe drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nShe ready to go, she ready to go\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nShe ready to go, she ready to go\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\n[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]\nWhat the fuck is up?\nAh, fuck the world, bust a nut\nI'm on this and that, and such and such\nIt's ashes to ashes, dust to dust, come on!\nRock! Rock, rock with a real nigga\nEverything I touch turn to gold, she a gold digger\nShots! Shots, shots, have a lil' liquor\nGot the bitch takin' shots like Reggie Miller\nUh, Lil Weezy in this bitch hoe\nShe want the green light – let the bitch go\nI go hard, I go nuts, I go schizo\nAnd now they wanna copy me like ten-fo'\nUh, I can't stop, I won't stop\nI got the pistol on me, I guess I went pop\nNow I'm free-fallin', yeah, head first\nRed hat to the back like Fred Durst [Hook: Limp Bizkit & Lil Wayne]\nThey say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'\nThey say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe\nWe drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nThey say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'\nThey say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe\nWe drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nShe ready to go, she ready to go\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nShe ready to go, she ready to go\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\n[Verse 3: Fred Durst]\nLil Weezy, that's my patna, we drinkin' Russian vodka\n'Bout to take your bitch 'cause she ain't never fucked a rockstar\nI'm a fuckin' outlaw, \npackin' me a chainsaw\nI'm at the afterparty, 'bout to start another brawl\nI'm gettin' fucked up, so you can go to hell\nI'ma need a ride home, I know myself\nAnd you know I put it down like no one else\nI'm the champ, bitch, I ain't gotta show the belt\n[Hook: Limp Bizkit]\nThey say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'\nThey say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe\nWe drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nThey say that rock-shit doesn't rock anymo'\nThey say the whole game done went pop, so I'm back in this hoe\nWe drinkin' gin till we pass out and fall on the flo'\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nShe ready to go, she ready to go\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go\nShe ready to go, she ready to go\nIs that your bitch? 'Cause she told me, she ready to go" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Call Again with the following description: Expand 2Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]\nTime to time\nI tell 'em I don't love 'em I just fuck 'em\nThen I move on to another one, pass 'em to my brother\nGet that pussy under cover, got her ass from her mother\nGot my weed straight from Berner, you a nerd so you cuff her\nI could hardly trust these bitches I learn they no sucker\nOn that gas like a trucker, smack the ass when I fuck her\nI get plenty love, it's all of the above\nI'm on Gin and drugs, give me some\nThen it's straight to the club, pockets fillin’ up\nNiggas love trynna hate on us, they ain't real enough\nAlways fill the building up, young and I'm rich as fuck\nText your bitch, I ain't trynna \"Netflix & Chill\" with her\nI'mma roll a joint, give her the best dick she ever had\nShe don't fuck then I'mma get her bestfriend instead of her\nMy cash is irregular, I bag bitches everywhere\nGot some clothes still got on the tags that I don't never wear\nYou in last smokin', doin' dabs, I run through the cash\n[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]\nThey tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign\nYou don't believe a word, you hear us all the same\nYou been here time to time, you heard it all before\nAfter I fuck you once I'll never call again [Verse 2: Problem]\nThese bitches be like\nDick hoppin', clique hoppin' for better positions\nPillow talking to any nigga payin' attention\nThey on a mission tryna fog up a players vision\nFuck then I'm finished, before you leave bitch go clean that kitchen\nI ain't gon lie oh yeah the Chacho was a victim once\nBefore that happened again you will catch me smokin' blunts\nAnd all I do is papers, all I'm bout is paper\nLove you for the night, tomorrow we are strangers\nYou ain't gotta call cause I ain’t\nTextin' \"Can we kick it?\" no reply\nYou text again like I thought we had a connection\nI text back \"Bitch I ain't that type of guy\"\nGang over everything\nTaylor, Diamond Lane we the reconnected\nBombay and bomb dick bitch is better then expected\nBossed up, fuckin' top so you better not disrespect it\nCompton to the fuckin' burbs we connected\nHit the exit\n[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]\nThey tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign\nYou don't believe a word, you hear us all the same\nYou been here time to time, you heard it all before\nAfter I fuck you once I'll never call again [Juicy J speaks]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Higher with the following description: “Higher” is a song produced by Em where he shows off his lyrical capabilities and talks about his life after fame, his successful work and bars.\nThe track’s hook is performed by Sly Pyper and Eminem, expressing how he is uncertain about his future: same can be said about Eminem himself. The beat is filled with 808s and sounds like a metal beat.\nThe official music video for the song premiered alongside the #UFC257 match featuring Poirier vs. McGregor. The video was inspired from and imitated the Mama Said Knock You Out music video from LL Cool J in 1990. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Eminem]\nYeah\nYou know, I've been around for a while now\nNot sure if I have much left to prove\nYeah I do, haha\n[Verse 1: Eminem]\nI look at me now, I'm thinkin', \"Damn\"\nHow proud of me I am\nWhat I did is nothin' to sneeze at\nEven if your allergies are bad\nI'm up in a balcony in France\nI look around, I see the fans\nHow they surround me in the stands\nProbably could drown in a sea of hands\nThey're hollerin', \"Shady\" (\"Shady\")\nYelling it out to me and that's what I mean when I say\nThat one day someway, somehow, if I get the chance to get a crowd\nI'd flip it around and have a crowd give me the chants\n(I've done it all, man)\nBut in actuality, I haven't, yet\n[Chorus: Sly Pyper & Eminem, \nSly Pyper\n]\nWhere am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey\nReally I have no idea (All)\nAll I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)\nI go higher than I've ever fuckin' been (\nMy only question is\n)\nWhere am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey\nReally I have no idea (All I know is, all)\nAll I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (\nYeah, oh\n)\nI go higher than I've ever fuckin' been [Verse 2: Eminem]\nGot no time for no haters in this bitch\nOr toleration for this shit\nBut like medication, my dedication\nAnd the time it takes to do this shit\nReminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waiting room'll get\nWhat I mean is maybe I have more patience (patients) than I'm able to admit\nYeah, but I'm still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch\nFame was a switch, but I was grateful to trade this shit for the trailer with a hitch\nThat it would make me a raving lunatic\nBut I made it through my situation, I hit pay dirt\nNow I get paper like a stapler in this bitch\nBut just 'cause I made a little bit of change\nDon't mean I've changed a little bit\nBrain full of wit, dangerous, can't extinguish this English language when it's lit\nAnd I'm just berating you with it, it's Shady 'til I'm eighty-two\nI'll spit this crazy, even Dre, he knows (nose) I'ma blow\nBetter get the handkerchief again, haha\n[Chorus: Sly Pyper & \nEminem\n]\nWhere am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey\nReally I have no idea (All)\nAll I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)\nI go higher than I've ever fuckin' been (\nKnow I talk about this shit a lot\n, \nmy only question is\n)\nWhere am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey\nReally I have no idea (All I know is, all)\nAll I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)\nI go higher than I've ever fuckin' been [Bridge: Sly Pyper & \nEminem\n]\nOh, now what am I gonna do?\nCan't nothing hold me, I'm on the loose\nBorn a winner, damn, it's so hard to lose\nI can do it even when I'm tryin' to\nWhen my record flops, it still go through the roof\nThis atmosphere's for a chosen few\nWho was on they grind makin' money moves\nAnd you ain't gon' get there if you watered-down\nYou gotta take shots with a hundred proof\n (\nCheck it out\n)\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nBeen in survival mode\nSince a five year old, it was I alone\nSince my trike was stole, spiral notebook and microphone\nBut lookin' back how bad it was then\nIf it hadn't been for the pad and the pen\nAddict mom and deadbeat dad\nI wouldn't have had the savage within\nHavin' to win every single battle I'm in\nAll I ever wanted was to be an emcee\nTediously I wrote obediently, believing in me\nEPMD must've had teachin' degrees\nLearned to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes\nWould be as Eazy as E\nAnd graffiti would be like remedial readin' to me (Yeah)\n'Til my last breath leaves my lungs\nI'ma beat my drum (Yeah) for the streets I'm from (Yeah)\nThe East side slums (Yeah), gotta remind 'em (Yeah)\nI'll take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum\nYou see my finger (What?), you see my thumb (What?)\nYou see my fist, fuck a peace pipe, I'm (What?)\nHere for the smoke but it's not the weed I want (What?)\nWith this beat I brung for the beef I've come (Woo)\nBut you better bring it if you wanna reply from\n'Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it'd be a steep climb up\nThat'll be an uphill battle\nBut I'm up like your feet in a recliner\nAnd I think I'm about to go out on a limb like a tree climber\nTime to push my ceiling higher 'cause [Chorus: Sly Pyper & \nEminem\n]\nWhere am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey\nReally I have no idea (All)\nAll I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)\nI go higher than I've ever fuckin' been (\nFor the last time\n, my only question is)\nWhere am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey\nReally I have no idea (All I know is, all)\nAll I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)\nI go higher than I've ever fuckin' been (\nDamn\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Orville with the following description: “Orville” is the fifth single of Logic’s upcoming studio album Vinyl Days.\nThe song title is a reference to the science fiction series “The Orville,” with several references to it throughout the song.\nIn December 2021, Logic teamed up with HitRecord for a second time to teach upcoming artists how he makes a song. Logic includes a demo song containing an open verse for the student to contribute to the song. The song is known in the community as “Dreams Come True” that contains elements of this song. It includes Logic’s verse as well as other elements of the song in an early demo of Orville. \n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Logic]\nWhat's the threat?\nBitch, I'm on one\nYeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one\nYeah, yeah-yeah\nLittle echoes (Wrong one, wrong one)\nYeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh\nBitch, I'm on one\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Yeah)\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Yeah, ayo, uh)\n[Verse 1: Logic]\nAyo, what's the deal? Mind too active, can't sit still\nI kinda feel like I just took a limitless pill\nI'm Captain Mercer on the beat, watch me murder the Krill\nThat's a sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference\nFamily is the only thing that mattеrs, bitch, I'm Stefan\nI can't believе at first sight you thought I was Steve\nBitch, I'll orphan you, shapeshift and morph into your mom\nSlit your throat and make it look like she's the one that committed the crime\nYou know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago\nNever throwin' shade, we keepin' it light like vitiligo\nChain around my neck glisten like El Dorado\nCan't fuck bitches with baggage, you married a ho with cargo\nBitches be jumpin' ship, word to Argo\nIf you don't understand that line, no need for an apology\nYou stupid motherfucker, I'm referencin' Greek mythology\nI never went to college, B\nAnd made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology\nNow logically, I'm the top MC\nHow dare you got the nerve to bring that weak shit, neuropathy\nAin't no stoppin' me\nEven if you stand on my grave, you're never toppin' me [Chorus: Exile, \nwith Like\n]\nDown, down, that's how we get down\nDown, yeah, yeah, you know we get down\nPick the mic up and then we get down, down\nSo high up \nthat it's down\n[Verse 2: Like & \nBlu\n]\nWow, my shit so profound\nWow, y'all done bit the whole style\nWow, I don't trip, I just smile\nMurderous shit, I fit the profile\nMurder was the case, had that shit on tape\nPlay this in the whip, man, that shit gon' crank\nYou steady talkin' shit like your shit don't stank (\nUh-huh, uh-huh\n)\nNews flash, buddy, we the shit, you ain't\n[Verse 3: Blu]\nFrom irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds\nShattered misconceptions\nMisdirected, inheaded in my direction, intelligent and I'm tellin' it\nDroppin' heavy shit that's still heaven sent\nThe freshest prince,\n utmost, definite, deadin' it\n'Fore niggas can't fathom who they effin' with\nRaw, no condom, you still can't come correct with it\nI represent a specialist of artists who never charted\nBut never parted, often regarded as the hardest\nAs the autumn falls in, tell the wind I never fail\nLeaves do\n, emcees too, but the pros propel\nDon't tell, another cup of XXL, trouble for sale\nBack bustin' a couple of shells, for Durell\nLogic asked me, \"What the deal?\"\nBack then, it was a film per album plus a couple mill'\nPlug pulled the rug from up under my wheels\nHumbly kill, stomach and pills, fumblin' bills, shit\nKilled the player like Jada did Will Smith\nFor tryna play the same game, nigga, you will quit\nI still spit, like it's foot on my throat, 'til I'm a ghost\nStill not a G.O.A.T. but I feel like the G.O.A.T, end of my quote, go [Outro: Logic]\nBitch, I'm on one\nYeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one\nBitch, I'm on one, bitch, I'm on one\nYeah, you fuckin' with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one\nYeah, you fuckin' with—\nYou fuckin' with—, you fuckin' with—\nYou fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one\nYou fuckin' with—, you fuckin' with—\nYou fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called House on Fire with the following description: “House On Fire”, the 8th track on This Is Acting, is about an abusive relationship between Sia and her significant other. The song metaphorically touches on the intensity and addictiveness of said relationship having no clear resolution, but rather further insight into the situation.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI don't like to wait too long, to wait too long, wait too long\nBring it on and bring it strong, bring it, baby\nI feel the pain and it feels good, I knew it would\nYour heart burns through, I feel the pain and I cry out, cry out\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI need you, I need you\n[Chorus]\nBabe, I'm gonna drink you in\nLike oxygen, like oxygen\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nAnd I wanna keep burning\nBoy, I'm going up in flames\nAnd you're to blame\nYeah, you're to blame\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nAnd I wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nBaby, I'm a house on fire [Verse 2]\nSo take me to the heavens now\nAs we burn down, as we are found\nTake me to the heavens now\nMy heart screams out\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI need you, I need you\n[Chorus]\nBabe, I'm gonna drink you in\nLike oxygen, like oxygen\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nAnd I wanna keep burning\nBoy, I'm going up in flames\nAnd you're to blame\nYeah, you're to blame\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nAnd I wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nBaby, I'm a house on fire [Bridge]\nLove me to the beat of a drum\nTo the beat of a drum, yeah\nLove me, till the walls cave in, yeah\nLove me, to the beat of a drum\nTo the beat of a drum, yeah\nLove me, I don't want saving\n[Chorus]\nBabe, I'm gonna drink you in\nLike oxygen, like oxygen\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nAnd I wanna keep burning\nBoy, I'm going up in flames\nAnd you're to blame\nYeah, you're to blame\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nAnd I wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nBaby, I'm a house on fire\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nI wanna keep burning\nBaby, I'm a house on fire" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Climb with the following description: “The Climb” is a country pop power ballad where Cyrus sings about how rewarding the journey of life is despite the unsure ending. The song was released as the lead single off of the Hannah Montana: The Movie soundtrack.\nIn the context of the movie, the song describes the important lesson that Miley Stewart, played by Cyrus, had to learn in her hometown to better understand and appreciate the life outside of the pop stardom created by Hannah Montana.\nThe song became an instant commercial hit by peaking at #4 on the Billboard Hot 100. The song became Cyrus’s first solo single to be released to country radio. The song received praise from music critics who praised Cyrus' vocals and lyrics. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI can almost see it\nThat dream I'm dreaming, but\nThere's a voice inside my head saying\n\"You'll never reach it\"\nEvery step I'm taking\nEvery move I make feels lost with no direction\nMy faith is shaken\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nBut I, I gotta keep trying\nGotta keep my head held high\n[Chorus]\nThere's always gonna be another mountain\nI'm always gonna wanna make it move\nAlways gonna be an uphill battle\nSometimes I'm gonna have to lose\nAin't about how fast I get there\nAin't about what's waiting on the other side\nIt's the climb\n[Verse 2]\nThe struggles I'm facing\nThe chances I'm taking\nSometimes might knock me down, but\nNo, I'm not breaking\nI may not know it\nBut these are the moments that\nI'm gonna remember most, yeah\nJust gotta keep going [Pre-Chorus 2]\nAnd I, I gotta be strong\nJust keep pushing on, 'cause...\n[Chorus]\nThere's always gonna be another mountain\nI'm always gonna wanna make it move\nAlways gonna be an uphill battle\nSometimes I'm gonna have to lose\nAin't about how fast I get there\nAin't about what's waiting on the other side\nIt's the climb\n[Instrumental Bridge]\nYeah\n[Chorus]\nThere's always gonna be another mountain\nI'm always gonna wanna make it move\nAlways gonna be an uphill battle\nSometimes you're gonna have to lose\nAin't about how fast I get there\nAin't about what's waiting on the other side\nIt's the climb\nYeah [Outro]\nKeep on moving\nKeep climbing\nKeep the faith, baby\nIt's all about, it's all about the climb\nKeep your faith, keep your faith\nWhoa-ooh-oh" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Stack It Up with the following description: “Stack It Up” features playful lyrics and a guest verse from A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This is Liam’s first single released in 2019 and his sixth overall. The video features Boogie and Liam in an arcade, fitting with the video game sound in the beginning of the track.\nLiam first mentioned this song while at his Hugo Boss capsule collection showing in Miami, Florida, saying that his next single was written by someone he’s collaborated with in the past, on May 2017’s “Strip That Down.”\n\n\n\n\n\nOn August 10, 2019, the below was leaked, further adding to the suspense of the release:\n\n\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Liam Payne]\nI don't wanna be broke when I D-I-E\nWanna be livin' it up in VIP\nTryna get in the club, they wanna see ID\nWant me to wear nice shoes and a T-I-E\n[Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne]\nI've been workin' and gettin' by\nBut that ain't enough to satisfy\n'Cause I got dreams for you and I\nSo I got money on my mind\n[Chorus: Liam Payne]\nSo if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it\nI-I-I-I-I-I\nAin't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya\nI-I-I-I-I\nI got dreams and I got time\nBut that ain't enough to get me by\nSo I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it\nYeah, I got money on my mind\nI-I, I-I\nI got money on my mind\nI-I, I-I\n[Verse 2: Liam Payne]\nI wanna flex hard like D-O-E\nBut right now my car need the MOT\nAnd I can't give the valet no T-I-P\nBut like him, I got dreams and they're B-I-G [Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne]\nTried to be a better guy\nBut that weren't enough to satisfy\nI got dreams for you and I\nI got money on my mind\n[Chorus: Liam Payne]\nSo if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it\nI-I-I-I-I-I\nAin't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya\nI-I-I-I-I\nI got dreams and I got time\nBut that ain't enough to get me by\nSo I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it\nYeah, I got money on my mind\nI-I, I-I\nI got money on my mind\nI-I, I-I\n[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]\nYeah, I know shit don't come free, you gotta work for it (Gotta work for it)\nLamborghini Urus, bought it when I first saw it (Skrrt, when I first saw it)\nShe caught me creepin', I had to buy her a purse for it (Purse for it)\nI think if I ain't have money, I'd be the worst for her\nAnd if I ain't have money, I woulda been lost her\nThe loudest ones was the brokest, I was a shit-talker\nThe loudest ones was the brokest and I was strugglin' (Uh)\nGirls called me friend, now they on me, that money comin' in (That money comin' in)\nSaint Laurent fiend, I put it in Louis luggages\n (Yeah, yeah)\nTook her to Celine, bought her a couple luggages\nWasn't always sweet, Capri Suns for fifty cents (Yeah)\nNow I just hate to reminisce (To reminisce) [Chorus: Liam Payne]\nSo if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it\nI-I-I-I-I-I\nAin't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya\nI-I-I-I-I\nI got dreams and I got time\nBut that ain't enough to get me by\nSo I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it\nYeah, I got money on my mind\nI-I, I-I\nI got money on my mind\nI-I, I-I\nI got money on my mind" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called I Do It with the following description: On “I Do It,” Lil Wayne, Big Sean, and Lil Baby describe their privileged lifestyles and legendary work ethics, boasting that they actually do the things they talk about.\nWayne first announced the superstar collaboration in his July 2019 interview with XXL, where he also described the process of working with Lil Baby.\nThree hours before Funeral dropped, Wayne posted a snippet of the track on his Instagram. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Big Sean]\nPhew, phew, yeah\nIf  you weigh me down then I gotta remove you\nIf  you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don)\nLook, look, look, funeral\n[Chorus: Big Sean]\nI don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)\nThey  say, \"All facts,\" but don't prove shit (Huh)\nYou  in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh)\nShut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh)\nThis  a win-win, swear I'm so choosy\nMoney spread on me like Boosie\nReal ones ride for me, no cruise ship\n[Verse 1: Lil Baby]\nI don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin'\nAll  these burners here hot, but we coolin'\nI was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid\nMy accountant just called, said, \"Shit been movin'\"\nI'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em\nI never remind a nigga what I do for 'em\nI was dead broke, sleep on the futon\nNow I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em\nEveryday I'm lit, my life like a re-run\nIf I take your shit, can't give you no refund\nTen mil' for a deal I agree on\nI put on for Atlanta like Deion\nChrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em\nFrom the apartments to an arena\nWhere that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him\nLook at God's child drivin' the Demon\nFuck what you heard [Chorus: Big Sean, \nLil Wayne\n, \nBig Sean & Lil Wayne\n]\nI don't talk shit, bitch, I do it\n (\nHuh\n)\nThey say, \"All facts,\" but don't prove shit (Huh, \nyeah\n)\nYou in my way, need to move, bitch\n (\nYeah\n)\nShut the fuck up, no excuses\n (\nYeah\n)\nThis a win-win, swear I'm so choosy\nMoney spread on me like Boosie\nReal ones ride for me, no cruise ship\n[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]\nYeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit)\nSoft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish)\nCatch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis)\nBlatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt\nLil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah)\nI'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah)\nI get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah)\nFlex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah)\nNo disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah)\nPut it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah)\nI am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah)\nBullets go through your vest like it's translucent\nI smoke the best exclusive\nI'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded)\nFly to death, and your bitch just flew in\nYou a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it)\nI don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it\nTold myself to continue my duties\nI got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002\nMe, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin'\nBallin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it\nJust like I play for Emilio Pucci\nI treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki\nI need a favorite woman like The Fugees\nIt's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges\nMy skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid\nNo fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me\nBlatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt [Chorus: Big Sean, \nLil Wayne\n, \nBig Sean & Lil Wayne\n]\nI don't talk shit, bitch, I do it\n (\nI do it\n)\nThey say, \"All facts,\" but don't prove shit\n (\nI knew it\n)\nYou in my way, need to move, bitch (\nMove bitch\n, huh)\nShut the fuck up, no excuses\n (\nYeah, yeah\n)\nThis a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (\nYeah, yeah\n)\nMoney spread on me like Boosie\nReal ones ride for me, no cruise ship (\nYeah, yeah\n)\n[Outro: Lil Baby, \nLil Wayne\n, & \nBig Sean\n]\nI don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (\nNo snoozin'\n)\nAll of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (\nYeah, snorin'\n)\nI was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid\nMy accountant just called, said, \"Shit been movin'\" (\nYeah\n)\nI don't talk shit, bitch, I do it\nMy accountant just called, said, \"Shit been movin'\"\nFake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah)\nCatch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah)\nIf you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you\nIf you in my way, then I gotta go through you\nFuneral" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called California King Bed with the following description: “California King Bed” was released as the fifth single off Rihanna’s album Loud. It details a tumultuous relationship where she feels as though she’s been growing apart from her lover and there’s an emotional disconnect. She loves him, but he cannot commit.\nUnlike many other more provocative songs, Rihanna shows her softer and more vulnerable side. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nChest to chest (Chest to chest)\nNose to nose (Nose to nose)\nPalm to palm\nWe were always just that close (Just that close)\nWrist to wrist (Wrist to wrist)\nToe to toe (Toe to toe)\nLips that felt just like the inside of a rose\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo how come when I reach out my finger\nIt feels like more than distance between us?\n[Chorus]\nIn this California king bed\nWe're ten thousand miles apart\nI've been California wishing on these stars\nFor your heart, for me\nMy California king\n[Verse 2]\nEye to eye (Eye to eye)\nCheek to cheek (Cheek to cheek)\nSide by side\nYou were sleeping next to me (Oh, next to me)\nArm in arm\nDusk to dawn\nWith the curtains drawn\nAnd a little last night on these sheets [Pre-Chorus]\nSo how come when I reach out my fingers\nIt seems like more than distance between us?\n[Chorus]\nIn this California king bed\nWe're ten thousand miles apart\nI've been California wishing on these stars\nFor your heart, for me\nMy California king\n[Bridge]\nJust when I felt like giving up on us\nYou turned around and gave me one last touch\nThat made everything feel better\nAnd even then, my eyes got wetter\nSo confused, wanna ask you if you love me\nBut I don't wanna seem so weak\nMaybe I've been California dreaming\nHey, hey, hey, hey\n[Chorus]\nIn this California king bed\nWe're ten thousand miles apart\nBeen California wishing on these stars\nFor your heart, for me\nMy California king [Guitar Solo]\nMy California king\n[Chorus]\nIn this California king bed\nWe're ten thousand miles apart\nI've been California wishing on these stars\nFor your heart, for me\nMy California king" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Intro (The Writing’s On The Wall) with the following description: Inspired by the Godfather scene in the 1996 movie, Set It Off, Destiny’s Child opens their album by meeting together with their “godfather”, Beyoncé to discuss their commandments of relationships. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Kelly]\nLeToya \"Barzini\", I wanna thank you\nFor helping me organize\nThis meeting here today\n[LeToya]\nAnd Kelly \"Stracci\", I also want to thank you\nAnd all the other Dons of the four families\nBeyoncé \"Corleone\", from the South West\nAnd LaTavia \"(Cle)menza\", from the Four-Four\n[LaTavia]\nOur objective of this meeting today is to discuss\nDestiny's Child's 'Commandments of Relationships'\n[Kelly]\nYou know it's so unfortunate, so unnecessary\nFor us to end up with broken hearts\n[LaTavia]\nYes, Godfather\nTimes have changed\nRelationships aren't like the old days, you know?\n[LeToya]\nSee, what we need\nIs a man of his word\nAll this, uh, cheating, uh, backstabbing, uhm, hating\nNo more, no more [LaTavia]\nBut, Godfather\nHow do we avoid all these mishaps?\n[Beyoncé]\nIt's obvious\nThe Writing's On The Wall;\nThou shalt not hate" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Hooch (Studio Freestyle Demo) with the following description: “The Hooch” is a single released by Travis Scott in the run-up to the release of his sophomore album, Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight. This, however, is a very rough and early version of the song.\nThough there already exists a slightly different demo version, this appears even more rough and unfinished. Similar to the previously leaked “Wine and Hennessy”, the session features Travis performing several melody runs, singing and trying to flow over the instrumental in his raw voice without any vocal effects.\nA snippet surfaced in May of 2019, and then the full 10 minute demo leaked on July 6, 2021.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nLeft, right, mix with the hooch\nYeah, with the hooch\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nYeah, this the hooch\nI'm feelin' kinda loose off the hooch\nYeah, off the hooch\nLeft, right, mix with the hooch\nYeah, with the hooch, yeah\n[Verse 1]\nMight just hit the town with the roof down, yeah\nWhen I call up callin', you my boo now, yeah\nThey should in-and-out it in my room, ah, yeah\nTwo seater, you fit in my coupe, ah, yeah\nHit the lean up with the move, yeah\nJustin Bieber had to get the crew, yeah\n[?] when I find the group, yeah\nGrilled up like I got no tooth, yeah, yeah\nI, I had to get a hoop, ah, yeah\nThey say, \"Leslie, why you hit the hoops?\" Yeah, yeah\nMight go way up in the mook, mm, yeah\nAll that [?] off them in the [?], yeah\n[Chorus]\nLeft, right, mix with the hooch\nWith the hooch\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nYeah, this the hooch, mm, yeah\nI'm feelin' kinda loose off the hooch\nYeah, off the hooch\nLeft, right, mix with the hooch\nYeah, with the hooch, yeah\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nYeah, with the hooch, yeah\nFeelin' really loose off the hooch\nLoose off the hooch, yeah\nThis ain't goose, this the hooch\nYeah, it the hooch, mm, yeah [Verse 2]\nI've been fuckin' with it, with the root, now, yeah\nMight hit the town with the roof down, yeah\nNeed a bad bitch, shoot me down right here\nHit it while you're down in H-Town, right, yeah\n713, to the side, right here\nI didn't go, you won't ever know, right here\nMight [?], make that ass shake right here\nAh man, [?] in the right [?], yeah, ah\n[Chorus]\nLeft, right, mix with the hooch\nYeah, mixed with the hooch, yeah\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nYeah, know that this the hooch, yeah\nI'm feelin' kinda loose off the hooch, yeah\nLoose off the hooch, yeah\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nLeft, right, mix with the hooch\nMm, with the hooch, yeah\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch, mm\nMm, off the hooch, yeah\nFeel a little loose off the hooch\nYeah, loose off the hooch, yeah\nLeft, right, mix with the hooch, mm\nMixed with the hooch, mm, yeah [Verse 3]\nMight just roll around with the roof down, yeah\nCall up, wake up when I hit your phone, right, yeah\nRead you, comin' right now, right, yeah\nRun so fast, I need the time right, yeah\nWith the move, yeah\nHad to hit the [?], had to [?], yeah\nStella making Anna find a groove, yeah\n[?] had to panic in the 'oupe, yeah\n[Chorus]\nRight, mix with the hooch\nYeah, mix with the hooch, yeah\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nYeah, oop, this the hooch, yeah\nFeelin' a little loose off the hooch\nLoose off the hooch, mm, yeah\nM-M-Mix with—\n(This shit crazy)\n[Verse 4]\nGot a goose\n[?]\nI been hittin' hard off the gooch, yeah\n[?]\nI been off the 'ooch, yeah\nSippin' low off the 'ooch\nOoh, baby, yeah, look at the news\nOoh, they want me in a noose, ooh\nYeah, left, right, all coupe, mm\nYeah, we got the whole world in cahoots\nI been, been, been, been, been goin' off the juice\nRight in off the hooch, yeah (Yeah)\nGoin' off the juice, too\nI've been bowin', bowin', ballin', gettin' loose\nAnd you know I been ridin' with it, too\nI did, [?], [?], [?], do\nAnd if I didn't, we ain't nothin' new\nWhy did, [?], boo\n[?] ridin' off the do, yeah\nGot the whole world in cahoots, yeah\nBack in the mountains, yeah yeah\nIn the mountains, in the mountains, yeah [Chorus]\nLeft, right, mix with the hooch\nYeah, mix up the hooch, yeah\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nYeah, yeah yeah, this the hooch, mm, yeah\nNothin' gotta lose, off the hooch, yeah\n[Verse 5]\nFlight done change\nAll in the mall, I ain't got no brain\nWe did done some things we can't do again\n[?]\nOoh, I'm back with another one\nOoh, sit back, you might like this\nOoh, I hate when we distant\nOoh, [?], plane\nOur flight done changed\n[?], I embody [?]\nDoin' things I can't do again\n[?] change\nOoh, I bag, I been [?] one\nOoh, you know, you know\nOoh, I feel it, I can't take none\nOoh, [?], I didn't buy a bank\nOoh, [?], you can't have no gain\nI [?]\nYou and them bad guys keep hiding things\nI been on the, I been, I been, I been, I been on the juice\nGettin' loose off the juice\n(\nOh shit\n)\n(Gotta stay in it)\n[Chorus]\nLeft, right, mix up the hooch\nYeah, mix up the hooch\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nYeah, this the hooch\nFeelin' kinda loose off the hooch\nYeah, loose off the hooch\nLeft, right, mix up the hooch\nYeah, mix up the hooch, yeah\n[Verse 6]\nDon't get it mi— eh, oh\nOoh, I been goin'\nOoh, I been goin', ooh\nBad in a boo\nOoh, I been hittin'\nI, ooh, I been with it, ooh\n[?] with the move\nMight [?], uh, yeah\nBilly Jean, [?], eh, yeah\nWith the move, mm, yeah\nBack pain, jumpin' out the coupe, yeah\nFallin' out the 'oupe, mm, yeah\nFall through, I'ma pick a view, mm, yeah\nYou can bring her too, ooh, yeah\nRight, mix up the hooch\nGive me that reference\n[Chorus]\nLeft, right, mix up the hooch\nMix up the hooch\nNo, this not goose, this the hooch\nYeah, this the hooch, mm, yeah\nFeelin' kinda loose off the hooch\nYeah, loose off the hooch\nLeft, right, mix up the hooch\nYeah, mix up the hooch, mm, yeah\n[Verse 7]\nMight just go around with the top down, yeah\n[?] when I hit that, huh, ah, yeah\nToo many phone numbers up in my phone, right, yeah\nMm, ah, yeah\n[?] Gomez with the move, yeah\nHotbox in the do-oo\nWith the coupe\n[?], yeah\n[?] with the move" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Thank You Letter with the following description: \nHere' the Genius transcription and annotations for the thank you’s section of the credits for Drake’s latest album, If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late. Enjoy! Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This tape is for 40, \nOliver\n, \nFuture the Prince\n, \nNiko\n, \nMazin\n, \nEthan\n, Richard, \nChubbs\n, \nPreme\n, Ant Daddy, \nGelo\n, \nMark\n, \nJordan,\n TJ, \nHaffa\n, Biz, Aunty Kay, Charlene, \nBaka\n, \nWin Win\n, \nStyles\n, \nGilla\n, Felli, Freddy, K9, 50, \nBabel\n, Grease, \nT Rexx\n, \nJRJ\n, Bob, Steelus, Jahvon, Hawiti, \nJonny Roxx\n, \nKareem, Julius,\n \nBOI 1DA\n, Dio, \nMorgan\n, \nNoel\n, \nT Minus\n, \nTheo\n, Noel, \nHusher Raymond\n, \nJ Mac\n, Snaz, Arian, Sicky Rel, Skinny Gucci, Everybody that reaches volleyball, Everybody that ever reached skating and paradise, \nHabibiz\n, Sway, Kayla, \nGlo\n, Vida, \nPND\n, \nJay Wray\n, \nTyler\n, Brian \nEspiritu\n, \nAmir, Demar, Kyle, Pat Man, T Ross, Lou Will, JV, JJ, Bruno, Lucas, Chuck, GV, Stiemsma and the whole Raptors organization\n, \nRaemiah\n, \nCortne\n, Nicole that used to come see me in my mom's basement...How is your kid? Find us somehow. Linda and Amanda Noro that took me to that poetry reading in Baltimore where Malcolm Jamal Warner performed, Whitney from Brampton, \nNadia\n... But this tape is for you when you worked at \nLa Vie en Rose and lived on Fox Trail\n or whatever that street was called, Also for every woman that tried it this year and all the \nwaste cyatties\n worldwide... Please know yourself this year, All mi bad skoolys in \nYAAD\n, Gizzle, \nPopcaan Unruly Boss\n, Grizzly B, \nChromatic\n, Retro and the whole unruly YVP OVP, Cha Ching and \nAidonia\n, Nicholas Boss, and Myself\nThis tape would not be possible without: Noel, Boi 1DA, Vinylz, \n40\n, Oliver, OB, Cans, QM, Hush, \nKenza\n, \nPND\n, \nHazelton Hotel, Palace Hotel,\n Sota Studios, Sandra Gale Studio at the YOLO Estate, \nGGM\n, \nZoe Kravitz\n, \nWondagurl\n, Roxy, Do Eric and Big Tho, Nation Karim, Theo, \nRiFF RAFF\n, \nSkepta\n, \nChief Keef\n, \nTravi$ Scott\n, \nJimmy Prime\n, \nAmir Obe\n, \nMadonna and Ginuwine\nNuh Shake" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Abracadabra with the following description: The 7th song off of the Dedication 6: Reloaded. The beat samples 2 Chainz’s “MF'N Right Remix” which featured Lil Wayne.\nThe song also features Young Money members, Euro and Jay Jones.\nThe chorus features a reference to Future’s hit single Magic.\nAt the end Wayne also does another small skit about what he hasn’t done yet. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Jay Jones]\nMula! Yeah, look\nI'ma tell you all this last time, don't get involved\nBullets start ripping through the walls\nHit ya baby mama and the house door\nWe making house calls, I'm an outlaw, in the south ward\nKnock your ass out if you talk stupid\nGot a big dick so I walk stupid\nShe got that hit-it-quick-in-the-car booty\nHold on, bad hoes need to get a raise, lame niggas tryna get away\nBut all ya diamonds need to get appraised, you in the way\nToo many nights I was out lurking, mind in a daze, nowadays\nI'm on Ocean Drive with a bad bitch lyin' in the shades\nSipping Minute Maid, gotta penetrate, let me demonstrate\nGot the Jones soda with the drink in it\nGot a backwood with the dank in it\nParty ain't popping if we ain't in it\nGo Blake Griffin, might flex on 'em\nThat's too much sauce, I bet them hoes know who I are\nThey treat a nigga like a superstar and that's what I am\nI got your bitch but that's my bitch\nSo that's our bitch and that's all cool\nWhen you trip out, wan' dip out, she just call me and I fall through\nAnd that's bad news, hold these nuts, cashews\nVroom, I flew past you, new whips here, what the bags do\nPast cool, young Jones [Verse 2: Euro]\nMy enemies should get a good breakfast and a cup of coffee\nI know refugees that don't rush things, they kill 'em softly\nMy closet still got Nike boxes and a couple corpses\nLook, even though I'll never sell my soul, I got a couple offers\nDon't think about it, I smoke about it, I drink about it\nThey wrap the body, then rap about it\nSink the body, then sing about it, zip the body, then sip about it\nFuck the world, I'ma still get some cool things up out it\nIf a CEO wanna dance all in my videos, I need a big deposit\nSwerve, swerve, I'm back on 'em\nMy bad, I'm turning my back on 'em\nI fuck, then see if Tune, Jay Jones, Hoody, or Mack want 'em\nReal shit, I've seen good girls go to airports with that pack on 'em\nTrill shit, I've seen bad bitches with good genes but I slack on 'em\nI ain't focused there, Gotham City, got Batmans and Jokers there\nI'm in the club but I'm in the cut\nThey got cameras here like Oprah's here\nSince a kid, I heard gunshots, mothers cry, all the shit soldiers hear\nSo I had to \"abracadabra,\" \"voila,\" just to make hope appear\nYoung!\n[Bridge: Lil Wayne]\nAbracadabra, abracadabra!\nWe rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened\nCopperfield,\n I just popped a seal\nYou don't believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real\nVoila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila!\nTold momma, nana, I'm doing my count\nDon't ruin my count, bust two and I'm out\nVoila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila!\nMama, nana, I'm doing my count\nDon't ruin my count, bust two, and I'm out, voila! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]\nMagic dust, yeah that's a rush\nGot her cracking up, crying all at once, man, that was fun\nI'm spazzing up, I'm gassing up that Cali stuff, that massacre\nI'm magical with chemicals and smashing stuff, Metallica\nSatanical like Skeletor, \nyou greener than a salad bar\nI leave from here to Africa to read some Maya Angelou\nImpractical, you acting all DiCaprio; we trap and go for casserole\nWe back and forth in traffic with that Macklemore\nThat magic snow, it's always cold and my freak on that molly water\nI met this bitch on Collins but she out the hood, her mama cook\nI'm on the way, I'm on a stage, the Magic show, I feel like Dave\nI walk on water, float in air, I'm over there, I'm in your face\nI pop up out of nowhere, bop-bop at your doorbell\nDisappear in thin air, all we leave is smoke there\nSmoking roadkill, she on coke here\nStash is sticking to her nosehair\nI'm a magician in the motel, moving tricks for wholesale\nHold on, abracadabra, the data don't matter\nWe rata-ta-ta-ta over the chatter, we got mo ammo than grammar\nHammers and hammers, pull up in Lambos\nShoot up the cameras, die in pajamas\nFind you with Sam and your wife and your mamas\nAll in your family, I'm balling like Magic, voila!\n[Bridge: Lil Wayne]\nAbracadabra, abracadabra!\nWe rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened\nCopperfield,\n I just popped a seal\nYou don't believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real\nVoila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila!\nMomma, nana, I'm doing my count\nDon't ruin my count, bust two and I'm out\nVoila! \nAbracadabra, abracadabra!\nWe rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened\nCopperfield,\n I just popped a seal\nYou don't believe in magic, but you know I'm too real\nVoila! Voila! OVO shorts, high socks\nMusic is art, Basquiat, niggas is squares, hopscotch\nTime out, na-na, I got sauce, you dried out\nI'm big boss, you big mouth, magic show, don't miss out, voila! [Outro: Lil Wayne]\nWhat haven't I done yet?\nI haven't Bungee jumped, err, haven't been to Mount Everest, err, take that back, I've probably have been to Mount Everest. Probably flown over it, probably rolled past it and it just was twisted, you nah mean? That's real shit, real shit, real shit. Holla at my friends, they will let you know slime has sat down and probably ate with the president, and whatever president it was at the time, totally don't remember, you nah mean? \nBut I do remember, Obama saying my name in a speech, shoutout Obama.\n \nBut still, what haven't I done yet....release Carter V" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Come Home with the following description: This version of “Come Home” featuring Sara Bareilles is a remastered version of the original. It was released in 2009 as the fifth and final single of the Dreaming Out Loud (Deluxe) album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Ryan Tedder]\nHello, world\nHope you're listening\nForgive me if I’m young\nFor speaking out of turn\nThere’s someone I've been missing\nI think that they could be\nThe better half of me\nThey’re in the wrong place tryin' to make it right, yeah\nBut I’m tired of justifying\nSo I say to you\n[Chorus: Ryan Tedder]\nCome home, come home\n'Cause I've been waiting for you\nFor so long, for so long\nAnd right now, there's a war between the vanities\nBut all I see is you and me\nAnd the fight for you is all I've ever known\nSo come home\nOoh\n[Verse 2: Sara Bareilles]\nI get lost in the beauty\nOf everything I see\nThe world ain't half as bad\nAs they paint it to be\nIf all the sons, all the daughters\nStopped to take it in\nWell, hopefully, the hate subsides\nAnd the love can begin\nIt might start now, yeah\nMaybe I’m just dreaming out loud\nUntil then [Chorus: Sara Bareilles]\nCome home, come home\n'Cause I've been waiting for you\nFor so long, for so long\nAnd right now, there's a war between the vanities\nBut all I see is you and me\nAnd the fight for you is all I've ever known, ever known\nSo come home\nOoh\n[Bridge: Ryan Tedder, \nSara Bareilles\n, \nBoth\n]\nEverything I can’t be\nIs everything you should be\nAnd that’s why I need you here\nEverything I can’t be (\nEverything I can’t be\n)\nIs everything you should be (\nEverything you should be\n)\nAnd that’s why I need you here\nSo hear this now\n[Chorus: Ryan Tedder, \nBoth\n]\nCome home, come home\n'Cause I've been waiting for you\nFor so long, for so long\nAnd right now, there's a war between the vanities\nBut all I see is you and me\nAnd the fight for you is all I've ever known\n (Ever known)\nSo come home" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called No Shopping with the following description: In an interview with Genius, French Montana described how this song came together:\n\nMe and Drake were supposed to do a song together for like two years now but he was working on his album and I was working on mine and we always had something going on. We finally got the time. Me and Drake got in the studio together to record this, we had a party the night before and the night after we recorded.\nHe already had “No Shopping,” he was like, “Yo let’s do this one.” I was like, “Let’s do it.” I put the hook and my verse on it, but he already had the verse on it. Once I finished my verse and hook he added four more bars.\n\nDrake takes multiple shots at Joe Budden, namely accusing him of being a one hit wonder with his track “Pump It Up” and combatting Budden’s Views critique.\nBudden released two Drake diss tracks in anticipation of this song, “Making A Murderer Part 1” and “Wake.” He dropped “Afraid,” his response to “No Shopping,” just hours after it was released.\nIn an interview with MTV News, French Montana denied claims that Drake dissed Budden on this song:\nI don’t think we did that record thinking about Joe Budden. […] [We were thinking about] drinking, having fun, enjoying life, and just making a record about that.\nThe original cover art for the song mistakenly identified 40 as a producer on this beat. The artwork was later amended.\nThe official music video for the song was released on July 29th 2016. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: French Montana]\nSippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank (Yeah)\nSippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank (Yeah, woo)\nAll about the mula, all about the mula (Woo)\nWord to the bird, I ain't never take her fur shoppin' (Ayy, woo)\n[Verse 1: French Montana & \nDJ Khaled\n]\nRunnin' through them keys way before Khaled (\nAnother one\n)\nRunnin' with the pushas way before Malice (Woo)\nWord to the five, I'm the one like four minus\nCaught her off the rebound, Ben Wallace, gave her four dollars (Haan)\nSippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank (Woo)\nSippin' on the drank, I ain't tryna think (Woo, ayy, ayy)\nWhen it get hot, bodies start droppin'\nHit the strip club, told them hoes gon' get the moppin' (Skrrt skrrt, woo)\nWord to Diddy, we Cirocin' (How we rockin')\nWord to Biggie, we'll be Pac-in' (We be Pac-in', what?)\nI just bought Selena crib, I'm poppin'\nI just told Drizzy, \"Let me take Serena to the tropics\"\nSippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank (Drank)\nSippin' on the drank, I ain't tryna think (Woo)\nSittin' high, 6 God cover (Woo)\nTell them hoes get low, 6 God comin'\n[Chorus: French Montana]\nSippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank (Yeah)\nSippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank (Yeah, woo)\nAll about the mula, all about the mula (Woo)\nWord to the bird, I ain't never take her fur shoppin' [Verse 2: Drake & \nFrench Montana\n]\nPump, pump, pump it up (\nSkrrt\n)\nShe got a good head on her, but I pump it up (\nSkrrt\n)\nI'm not a one hit wonder, they know all my stuff (\nHaan\n)\nYou let me turn into the nigga that you almost was\nI done seen a lot of shit and I done been in things (\nHaan\n)\nAnd I never started nothin', I just finish things\nAnd I'm sell off like the man that brought me in this thing (\nWoo\n)\nHow you out here celebratin' like the winnin' team?\nNo, calm down, calm down\nShit ain't how you think it is, take a look around (\nSkrrt\n)\nI'm supposed to be on a vacation right now\nBut I'm home wildin', word to DJ Khaled\nBack with another one\nI'm steady droppin' bombs on your head top (\nHaan\n)\nBeen that way since I could make your bed rock (\nHaan\n)\nI'm on Bloor where you can't shop (\nSkrrt\n)\nBitch, I just rapped and it went pop\nNext move better than my last move (\nHaan\n)\nYour next move can't erase your past moves\nTook her out once she got attached to him\nRing, ring, click, I'll get back to 'em (\nWoo\n)\nYou don't really want the views\nYou don't want a snapshot of things goin' on with the crew\nYou don't wanna hear Not Nice did thirteen\nAnd did another two for some other shit he didn't do (\nWoo\n)\nLast week, boy dem runnin' in the room (\nHaan\n)\nThis week sold one-point-two (\nHaan\n)\nYeah, it's a Boucheron, baby boy\nYeah, and I know Taraji like I'm baby boy (\nHaan\n)\nAnd I fuck with Weezy and I'm Baby, boy (\nHaan\n)\nYeah, we the Army, better yet the Navy, boy (\nHaan\n) [Chorus: French Montana & \nDrake\n]\nYeah, sippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank\nYeah, sippin' on the drank, I ain't tryna think\n (Yeah)\nAll about the mula, all about the mula (Woo)\nWord to the bird, I ain't never take her fur shoppin' (Woo, ayy)\nSippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank\nSippin' on the drank, I ain't tryna think\nAll about the mula, all about the mula\nWord to the bird, I ain't never take her fur shoppin'\n[Outro: French Montana]\nThe birds want rings and tings, you know\nBut we'll never take the bird shoppin', you know\nStill, you already dun know\nBig up, Six God\nHaan, skrrt, skrrt" } ]