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[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called MAFIA with the following description: “MAFIA” is Side B to the double-single La Flame released in the promotion of his upcoming mixtape, Dystopia.\nThe beat is aptly and meticulously produced consisting of a possessive effect and an eerie dark vibe to it, a theme consistent with the prospective release of Dystopia.\nWith an uncredited feature from J. Cole, Travis goes on a bragging spree, shouting out his record label, Cactus Jack, and the business moves he has been making over the past three years in the process. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Travis Scott]\nCustom the things, custom the wings\nI had to custom the vibe, \ncustom the link up\nCover the back of the lab, \nfront cover magazine\nCover your eyes, cuddled up, back of the V (Yeah)\nOur chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (Ooh)\nOur misery really ain't nothin' to see\nI gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (Ooh)\nBring out a bag of the weed\nDid I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve\nBlew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve\nRather you leave, then you go back out on me\nDon't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least\nYou know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week\nMovin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet\nWe got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah\n[Chorus: Travis Scott]\nFuck shit up at the club, shit tucked\nWe be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck\nBack up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck\nCity up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust\n[Verse 2: Travis Scott]\nLike it thick with a bounce, we all in the count\nWine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with the wave\nStacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house\nYou come with two when it's late, know the brown one is my fav'\nThen Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Walk you out)\nStep by step, watch yourself\nCleaners got anything you might've left\nI couldn't do none of this by myself\nWith mafia, they in the tuck\nI gave you fifty to boost up your butt\nI gave you the juice, you'd rather get buzzed\nI tried to choose you, you'd rather go club\nKnow what to do, you rattled me up\nCommon denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages\nGot a couple of vibrations\nFor the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration [Chorus: J. Cole & \nTravis Scott\n]\nFuck shit up at the club, shit tucked\n (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)\nWe be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck\n (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)\nBack up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck\n (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)\nCity up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust\n (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)\n[Interlude: Travis Scott]\nMm, mm, woah-ah, mm-mm\nWoah, mm-mm, mm-mm\nFuck shit up at the club\n (Ooh)\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nDrop down\nRun around, run around\n[Chorus: J. Cole & \nTravis Scott\n]\nFuck shit up at the club, shit tucked\n (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)\nWe be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck\n (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)\nBack up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck\n (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)\nCity up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust\n (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Where Ya At with the following description: Where Ya At is the 4th track on Wayne’s No Ceilings 2, which finds Wayne remixing the Future’s DS2 single produced by Metro Boomin'\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nNo Ceilings\n[Verse 1]\nHey now, you're an all-star\nBut the bitches you be with, they are sub-par\nBut the bitches you be with, they be cock-blockin'\nHope you put the kids to sleep, baby cock-blockin'\nYou could really get this meat, get this hot sausage\nAnd I'm way too rich to beef, I just buy a body\nAnd I really kick my feet up, and that's not karate\nYeah, I really kick my feet up, let a thot massage 'em, yeah\n[Hook]\nWhere ya ass was at when I was with the Hot Boys?\nProbably watchin' \nBaller Blockin'\n, eatin' popcorn, yeah\nWhere ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy\nI was probably at the fight bringin' out Floyd\n[Verse 2]\nSaid she love me 'cause I'm laid back, she outgoin'\nOpposites attract, pockets fat, like Samoan\nI just told my goons I got it, I just waved 'em off\nI just told Tunechi, \"I got it\" and he said, \"Of course\"\nLose my mind, the only time I'd ever take a loss\nI work too hard for taking off,\n \nrrt, I'm taking off\nReally 'bout to see a billion, I'm in arm's reach\nSleep on a hammock in the middle of two palm trees\nMy neighbors can't sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech\nMy bitch can't sleep, all she hearin' is them car keys\nI'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please\nI'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning\nYeah [Hook]\nWhere ya ass was at when I was fifteen in a Porsche?\nWhere ya ass be at when we be poppin' all these corks?\nWhere ya ass be at? Know you're prolly with them dorks\nI'm prolly with some bitches that be poppin' pills and snort\n[Verse 3]\nDiamonds in my mouth, no Swarovski\nI'm hittin' notes with the pistol, ooh, I'm off-key\nAnd the money coming godspeed\nI'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies\nFound the treasure chest, inside was a heartbeat\nAnd Katrina had us hustlin' out a RV\nWe had to stash and still balled, Steve Harvey\nWe had to stash and still balled, Steve Harvey\nAnd we set a nigga up like eHarmony\nAnd your bitch plain, nigga, and your car cheap\nAnd we leave your brain right there on your broad cheek\nAnd we leave some stains right there on your offspring\nAnd the purple rain right here in the soft drink\nYeah, the purple rain right here in the soft drink\nAnd to fight the pain, nigga, like a horse tranq\nAnd we don't complain, nigga, and we don't blink\n[Bridge]\nAnd he dumb as hell, and I swear his ass don't think\nI think he run with 12 and I think his whole squad linked\nI be so underwhelmed, 'cause I swear his whole style weak\nI'm moving slow as hell but the money coming godspeed\nI'm moving slow as hell but the money coming godspeed [Verse 4]\nI just told a pussy nigga, \"Call your henchmen, nigga\"\nI just stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga\nFiend searching in a haystack for syringes, nigga\nDopeman, got 'em flipping like some ninjas, nigga\nGot 'em tweaking, got 'em lurking, got 'em cringing, nigga\nOoh, that's them symptoms, nigga, I can't prevent 'em, nigga\nSplit a nigga head in two, that's split decision, nigga\nBeen to Hell and back, came back in mint condition, nigga\nFeel like Heaven when them racks return to spender, nigga\nFeel like Heaven's only lacking your attendance, nigga\nFeel like stunting, drop the tops and not them windows, nigga\nToss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro, nigga\nI just went Kimbo with this tempo, un momento, nigga\nYou know my MO, nigga, pit that A-M-M-O, nigga\nBlat\n[Outro]\nI ask my ceilings, \"Where ya ass was at?\"\nTo all my \nCeilings\n fans, I'm back\nThey pushed the album back, fuck" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Many Men (Wish Death) with the following description: “Many Men (Wish Death)” is the third single from 50 Cent’s debut studio album Get Rich or Die Tryin'. This track deals with 50’s near death experiences (infamously, 50 was shot 9 times in 2000) and feeling like there’s a price tag on his head. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Skit: 50 Cent & \nLloyd Banks\n]\nDamn, you gotta go get somethin' to eat, man\nI'm hungrier than a motherfucker, man\nAyo, man\nDamn, what's takin' homie so long, son?\n50, calm down, man, he coming\nAh! (\nOh, what the fuck?\n)\nAh, son, pull off, pull off!\n[Intro: 50 Cent]\nMany men wish death upon me\nBlood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see\nI'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be\nAnd niggas tryin' to take my life away (C'mon)\nI put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me\nMy back on the wall, now you gon' see\nBetter watch how you talk when you talk about me\n'Cause I'll come and take your life away\n[Chorus: 50 Cent]\nMany men\nMany, many, many, many men\nWish death 'pon me\nLord, I don't cry no more\nDon't look to the sky no more\nHave mercy on me [Verse 1: 50 Cent]\nNow man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head\nGo on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain't dead\nI'm the diamond in the dirt that ain't been found\nI'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned\nWhen I rhyme, somethin' special happened every time\nI'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime\nI walk the block with the bundles, I've been knocked on the humble\nSwing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do\nGot a temper, nigga, go 'head, lose your head\nTurn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs\nI walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder\n'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over\n[Chorus: 50 Cent]\nMany men\nMany, many, many, many men\nWish death 'pon me\nLord, I don't cry no more\nDon't look to the sky no more\nHave mercy on me\nHave mercy on my soul\nSomewhere my heart turned cold\nHave mercy on many men\nMany, many, many, many men\nWish death 'pon me [Verse 2: 50 Cent]\nSunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain\nJoy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain\nDeath gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard\nIt'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred\nThis is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars\nFor the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars\nI don't say \"only God can judge me,\" 'cause I see things clear\nCrooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years\nI'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don\nLike Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm\nSlim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me\nI thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? (Homie)\n[Chorus: 50 Cent]\nMany men\nMany, many, many, many men\nWish death 'pon me\nLord, I don't cry no more\nDon't look to the sky no more\nHave mercy on me\nHave mercy on my soul\nSomewhere my heart turned cold\nHave mercy on many men\nMany, many, many, many men\nWish death 'pon me [Verse 3: 50 Cent]\nEvery night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back\nI know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat\nIn my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me\nPsychic says some bitch done put a hex on me\nThe feds didn't know much when Pac got shot\nI got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked\nI ain't gon' spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time\nAre you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines?\nIn the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around\nHommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down\nNow it's clear that I'm here for a real reason\n'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin'\n[Chorus: 50 Cent]\nMany men\nMany, many, many, many men\nWish death 'pon me\nLord, I don't cry no more\nDon't look to the sky no more\nHave mercy on me\nHave mercy on my soul\nSomewhere my heart turned cold\nHave mercy on many men\nMany, many, many, many men\nWish death 'pon me" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called So Cold with the following description: “So Cold” is a song about Chris and an ex-girlfriend, in which he details how he pushed her to the point to where she left him without any notice. The track sees Chris being remorseful and wishing he could get his girl back.\nHe was telling everyone to keep an eye out and if anybody ever meets her or gets the chance to talk to her, inform him so he can try to start over. He tried to apologize and nobody knows if she ever came back. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nAyy-ayy, ayy-ayy\nAyy-ayy, ayy-ayy\nAyy-ayy, ayy-ayy\nAyy-ayy, ah-ah\nAyy-ayy, ah-ah-ah\n[Verse 1]\nDamn, I want my baby back\nIt's so cold without her\nCold without her, she's gone\nNow I'm alone, no one to hold on\n'Cause she was the only one\nAnd I know I was dead wrong\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut if you-u-u, if you-u-u\nSee her soo-oo-oon\nAsk her will she forgive me, yeah\n[Chorus]\nIf you ever see her (Oh-oh-oh-oh), if you ever meet her (Oh-oh)\nIf you ever get a chance to sit down and talk to her (Woah, oh)\nLet her know it's so cold, it's so cold\nIt's so cold here without her\nAnd tell her I miss her, tell her I need her\nTell her I want her, I really want her\nTo come back home, back to keep me warm\nTell her I'm sorry, I'm really sorry\nCan you forgive me? Please forgive me\nAnd come back home, keep me safe and warm [Verse 2]\nWoah, oh\nDamn, my baby's really gone\nI don't know if she's coming home\nMy luck's up, I-I-I-I know\nTell me what to do to get her back, oh\nBack where her heart belongs\nBeen gone from me too long\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo if you-u-u, see my boo-oo-oo\nPlease can you-u-u\nCan you tell her for me?\n[Chorus]\nIf you ever see her (Oh) if you ever meet her (Oh, yeah)\nIf you ever get a chance to sit down and talk to her\nLet her know it's so cold (Let her know it's so cold), it's so cold (Let her know it's so cold)\nIt's so cold here without her\nAnd tell her I miss her, tell her I need her\nTell her I want her, I really want her\nTo come back home, back to keep me warm\nTell her I'm sorry, I'm really sorry\nCan you forgive me? Please forgive me\nAnd come back home, keep me safe and warm (\nYeah!\n) [Bridge]\nAll dem gyal across the world (\nSay what?\n)\nYou know you gotta be my girl (\nHey, hey, hey, hey\n)\nAll dem gyal across the world (\nChris Brown, let's go\n)\nYou know you gotta be my girl (\nLadies\n)\nAll dem gyal across the world (\nHey, hey\n, ayy-ayy)\nYou know you gotta be my girl (\nHey, hey, hey, hey\n, ayy-ayy)\nAll dem gyal across the world (Ayy-ayy, ah-ah)\nYou know you gotta be my girl (Ayy-ayy, ah-ah-ah)\n[Chorus]\nIf you ever see her, if you ever meet her\nIf you ever get a chance to sit down and talk to her\nLet her know it's so cold, it's so cold\nIt's so cold here without her" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Satisfied with the following description: “Satisfied” is a cover by Sia, recorded for the Lin-Manuel Miranda curated Hamilton Mixtape. It features guest appearances from Queen Latifah and Miguel.\nThe track was originally performed by Renée Elise Goldsberry, who played the role of Angelica in the original Broadway cast. Though Sia stylistically reinterprets the track in places, sometimes subtly changing the lyrics, the song remains a fairly standard cover.\nIt includes all references to the context in which the song is intended – Kelly Clarkson’s cover of “It’s Quiet Uptown” notably removed specific references to the show’s overarching narrative. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Sia]\nA toast to the groom!\n(To the groom, to the groom, to the groom)\nTo the bride!\n(To the bride, to the bride, to the bride)\nFrom your sister\n(Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)\nWho is always by your side\n(By your side, by your side)\nTo your union\n and the hope that you provide\n(You provide, you provide)\nMay you always (always)\nBe satisfied (Rewind)\nRewind!\nRewind!\nI remember that night, I just might\nI remember that night, I just might\nI remember that night, I remember that—\n[Verse 1]\nI remember that night, I just might\nRegret that night for the rest of my days\nI remember those soldier boys\nTripping over themselves to win our praise\nI remember that dreamlike candlelight\nLike a dream that you can’t quite place\nBut Alexander, I’ll never forget the first\nTime I saw your face\nI have never been the same\nIntelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame\nAnd when you said “Hi,”\nI forgot my dang name\nSet my heart aflame, ev’ry part aflame\nThis is not a game… [Interlude: \nMiguel\n & Sia]\nYou strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied\nI’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself\nYou’re like me, \nI’ve never been satisfied\nIs that right?\nI have never been satisfied\nMy name's Angelica Schuyler\nAlexander Hamilton\nWhere’s your fam’ly from?\nUnimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done\nJust you wait, just you wait...\n[Rap Break: Queen Latifah]\nSo so so—\nSo this is what it feels like to match wits\nWith someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It’s\nThe feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light\nIt’s Ben Franklin with a key and a kite! You see it, right?\nThe conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes\nEv’rything we said in total agreement, it’s\nA dream and it’s a bit of a dance\nA bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance\nHe’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m ‘a give him a chance\nI asked about his fam’ly, did you see his answer?\nHis hands started fidgeting, he looked askance\nHe’s penniless, he’s flying by the seat of his pants [Bridge: Queen Latifah]\nHandsome, boy, does he know it!\nPeach fuzz, and he can’t even grow it!\nI wanna take him far away from this place\nThen I turn and see my sister’s face and she is\n[Sia]\nHelpless\nAnd I know she is\nHelpless\nAnd her eyes are just\nHelpless\nAnd I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time\n[Verse 2]\nI’m a girl in a world in which\nMy only job is to marry rich\nMy father has no sons so I’m the one\nWho has to social climb for one\nCause I’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in\nNew York City is insidious\nAnd Alexander is penniless\nHa! That doesn’t mean I want him any less\n(Doesn’t mean I want him any less)\n(Doesn’t mean I want him any less)\n(Doesn’t mean I want him any less) He’s after me 'cause I’m a Schuyler sister\nAnd that elevates his status, I’d\nHave to be naïve to set that aside\nMaybe that is why I introduce him to Eliza\nNow that’s his bride\nNice going, Angelica, he was right\nYou will never be satisfied\n(I will never be satisfied)\n(I will never be satisfied)\n[Bridge]\nI know my sister like I know my own mind\nYou will never find anyone as trusting or as kind\nIf I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned\nHe’d be mine\nShe would say, “I’m fine”\nBut she’d be lying\nBut when I fantasize at night\nIt’s Alexander’s eyes\nAs I romanticize what might have been\nIf I hadn’t sized him up so quickly\nAt least my dear Eliza’s his wife\nAt least I keep his eyes in my life…\n[Outro: Sia]\nTo the groom!\n(To the groom, to the groom, to the groom)\nTo the bride!\n(To the bride, to the bride, to the bride)\nFrom your sister\n(Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)\nWho is always by your side\n(By your side, by your side)\nTo your union and the hope that you provide\n(You provide, you provide)\nMay you always\nBe satisfied\nAnd I know (yeah)\nShe’ll be happy as his bride\nAnd I know\nHe will never be satisfied\nI will never be satisfied" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Haunt You with the following description: “Haunt You” is a single by the pop duo Social House. The song features background vocals from American pop star, Ariana Grande. The song was first released through Soundcloud on April 14, 2019, and then officially released through all streaming platforms on June 14, 2019. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Mikey]\nHow do I measure up to heights you've been to?\nHow could I ever love you like you're meant to?\nHow could a view of my skies light your temple?\nHow beautiful the bird outside my window\n[Pre-Chorus: Scootie]\nAlways greener on my other side of things\nThink so much of you, I can't overthink\nCan't take my eyes off you, I don't wanna blink (No, no)\n[Chorus: Mikey]\nNever thought something so beautiful could haunt you\nHaunt you, haunt you\nBetter off this way, but I want you\nWant you, want you\nSometimes, I just wanna fucking call you\nCall you, call you\nNever thought something beautiful could haunt you\nHaunt you, haunt you\n[Verse 2: Mikey]\nMust be the summer breeze, the smell of orchids\nOr it's the way you look, I won't forget it\nWatching the devils dance outside my doorstep\nSome kind of heaven I haven't seen yet [Pre-Chorus: Scootie]\nAlways greener on my other side of things\nThink so much of you, I can't overthink\nCan't take my eyes off you, I don't wanna blink (No, no)\n[Chorus: Mikey]\nNever thought something so beautiful could haunt you\nHaunt you, haunt you\nBetter off this way, but I want you\nWant you, want you\nSometimes, I just wanna fucking call you\nCall you, call you\nNever thought something beautiful could haunt you\nHaunt you, haunt you\n[Bridge: Mikey]\nNever thought something so beautiful could\n(Haunt you, haunt you)\n[Chorus: Mikey]\nNever thought something so beautiful could haunt you\nHaunt you, haunt you\nBetter off this way, but I want you\nWant you, want you\nSometimes I just wanna fucking call you\nCall you, call you\nNever thought something beautiful could haunt you\nHaunt you, haunt you" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Only The Young with the following description: “Only The Young” is a political anthem encouraging young adults and teenagers to use their voice for what they believe in. Swift first announced the song in an interview with Variety, then released it alongside her Taylor Swift: Miss Americana documentary in late January 2020.\nAccording to Variety, Swift wrote the song following the 2018 U.S. midterm elections, in which Republicans won most votes. This was the first election where Swift broke her infamous political silence — she publicly endorsed two Democrats in a post on Tumblr and Instagram before Election Day.\nThe song debuted at #1 on the US iTunes chart, making it Swift’s 38th song to do this, and extending her record as the artist with the most #1s in US iTunes history. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nIt keeps me awake, the look on your face\nThe moment you heard the news\nYou're screaming inside and frozen in time\nYou did all that you could do\nThe game was rigged, the ref got tricked\nThe wrong ones think they’re right\nYou were outnumbered this time\n[Chorus]\nBut only the young, only the young\nOnly the young, only the young\nCan run\nCan run\nSo run, and run, and run\n[Verse 2]\nSo every day now\nYou brace for the sound you've only heard on TV\nYou go to class, scared\nWondering where the best hiding spot would be\nAnd the big bad man and his big bad clan\nTheir hands are stained with red\nOh, how quickly they forget\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey aren't gonna help us\nToo busy helping themselves\nThey aren't gonna change this\nWe gotta do it ourselves\nThey think that it's over\nBut it's just begun [Chorus]\nOnly one thing can save us\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n)\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n)\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n)\nOnly the young\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n)\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n)\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n)\nOnly the young\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n; Don't say you're too tired to fight)\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n; It's just a matter of time)\nOnly the young (\nOnly the young\n; Up there's the finish line)\nOnly the young\nCan run\n[Post-Chorus]\nDon't say you're too tired to fight\nIt's just a matter of time (Can run)\nUp there's the finish line (So run, and run, and run)\nDon't say you're too tired to fight\nIt's just a matter of time (So run)\nUp there's the finish line (And run, and run, and run)\n[Outro]\nOnly the young\nOnly the young\nOnly the young" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Bad Day with the following description: \nThe fifth and halfway mark, of Justin Bieber’s Music Mondays, where he releases a new track every week for 10 weeks. JB breaks out his Timberlake-inspired falsettos to talk about the day his girl dumped him.\nIt has interplotations of the Isley Brothers‘ “Footsteps In the Dark”, which was famously sampled on Ice Cube’s “It Was a Good Day”.\nhttp://instagram.com/p/gR0a4ugvoA/ Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nNo I didn't think you would let me\nDown that easy, oh no girl\nAnd I didn't think\n \nit was over\nUntil you walked away like it was nothing baby\n[Verse 1]\nAnd that moment was so hard for me to breathe, yeah\nCause you took away the biggest part of me, yeah\nLife was so unpredictable\n, yeah\nNever thought a love like yours would leave me all alone, oh no\nDidn't waste any time\nBut you had already made up your mind\nNo sympathy\nCause I was out of line, oh yeah\n[Chorus]\nBut I didn't think you would let me\nDown that easy\n, \noh no girl\nAnd I didn't think it was over\nUntil you walked away \nlike it was nothing girl\nIt was a bad day, hey girl\nI knew I was wrong, but you could've said goodbye baby\nIt was a bad day, now I'm like woah\nIt was a bad day, it was a bad day" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Slave To The Rhythm (Remix) with the following description: Justin Bieber has apparently remixed Michael Jackson’s Slave to the Rhythm to include his own vocals!\nSlave to the Rhythm was reportedly recorded by MJ just before his tragic death in 2009.\nA heavier dance beat and Justin Bieber’s contributions have been added, of course, making for a monster collaboration of unknown origin and authenticity.\nIt’s unclear whether this remix was meant to be officially released, or if it’s a fan creation, though Justin’s tweets give the impression that it’s legitimate. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]\nShe dances in these sheets at night\nShe dances to his needs\nShe dances 'til he feels just right\nUntil he falls asleep\nShe dances at the crack of dawn\nAnd quickly cooks his food\nShe can't be late, can't take too long\nThe kids must get to school\n[Chorus: Michael Jackson & Justin Bieber]\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nShe's a slave to the rhythm of\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nA slave to the rhythm of\nThe rhythm of love, the rhythm of love\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nShe's a slave to the rhythm of\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nA slave to the rhythm of\nThe rhythm of love, the rhythm of love\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nShe's a slave to the rhythm of\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nA slave to the rhythm of\nThe rhythm of love, the rhythm of love\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nShe's a slave to the rhythm of\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nA slave to the rhythm of\nThe rhythm of love, the rhythm of love [Verse 2: Michael Jackson]\nShe dances for the man at work\nWho works her overtime\nShe can't be rude as she says\n\"Sir, I must be home tonight\"\nShe dances to the kitchen stove\nDinner is served by nine\nHe says his food's an hour late\nShe must be outta her mind\n[Chorus:Michael Jackson & Justin Bieber]\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nShe's a slave to the rhythm of\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nA slave to the rhythm of\nThe rhythm of love, the rhythm of love\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nShe's a slave to the rhythm of\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nA slave to the rhythm of\nThe rhythm of love, the rhythm of love\n[Bridge: Justin Bieber & Michael Jackson]\nShe works so hard, just to make her way\nFor a man who just won't appreciate\nAnd though she takes, her love in vain\nThough she could not stop, couldn't break his chains [Verse 3: Justin Bieber and \nMichael Jackson\n]\nShe danced the night that they fell out\nShe swore she'd dance no more\nBut dance she did, he did not quit\nAs she ran out the door\nShe danced through the night in fear of her life\nShe danced to a beat of her own (Her own)\nShe let out a cry and swallowed her pride\nShe knew she was needed back home, home\n[Chorus:Michael Jackson & Justin Bieber]\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nShe's a slave to the rhythm of\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nA slave to the rhythm of\nThe rhythm of love, the rhythm of love\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nShe's a slave to the rhythm of\nShe's a slave to the rhythm\nA slave to the rhythm of\nThe rhythm of love, the rhythm of love" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Fresh’s Blessing (Boom Bap) with the following description: Also known as “Fresh’s Blessing,” this is a track from early Tha Carter 2 recording sessions which sees Wayne speaking on his early years growing up in New Orleans. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nTake 'em to church\n[Verse 1]\nMomma don't cry\nI know papa gone away\nGrandpa gone and grandma ain't coming home today\nBut\nDon't worry cause your son’s still the one\nThough I'm under the gun I'm aiming for the sun\nDwayne Micheal Jr, born that\nBut I changed my name to Wayne\nAnd nigga I ain't goin back\nI'm kinda little but I figured I’d be bigger if I sold crack\nSo I sold that\nOG’s from the block told me \"Youngin hold that\"\nSo I held dat\nGot on front street and then I fell back\nBecame well at cookin it til it smell flat\nVaseline it up\n and ship it out in gel packs\nI failed at what the teacher used to yell about\nJunior High was prison\nHigh school was the bail out\nBut my momma knew her baby boy was fresher\nThan a baby bottom in new Pampers on campus [Chorus]\nThis that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nFresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nBut can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nAye, Fresh, just hit me with that\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\n(Play me in my head, play me in my head)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nFresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nBut can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\n(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow)\n[Verse 2]\nMy Mama Mia ain't raise no Fredo\nAnd Rabbit showed me how to make more out of quelo\nYou gotta make that thing flow like a ?\nAnd keep getting money like I'm on the payroll\nAnd if anybody slowing the payroll\nI gotta turn his fitted cap to a halo\nSo get adapt to the case loads of crack\nThe yayo, the smack\nThe face blows, the gats\nPhotogenic, \nwe expose a rat\nAnd turn that ho into tomatoes or plants\nAnd yeah I smoke back to back to back\nLike I’m on two tracks but you ain't feeling that\nI'm ducking the county boys with they billy bats\nI got my dogs with me lookin out for silly cats\nBall with me\nWeezy where the city at\nAnd If I fall stay up\nCuz I’ma get it back [Chorus]\nThis that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nFresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nBut can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nAye, Fresh, just hit me with that\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\n(Play me in my head, play me in my head)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nFresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nBut can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\n(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow)\n[Verse 3]\nPeople always tell me I'm heavy I say believe that\nBut I don't get all full off the feedback\nI'm where the G's at\nWe like “where the G’s at?”\nKick door, hands high or get your knees blacked\nIf I don't take everything I'ma be back\nAnd I'm stickin to my word like bees wax\nHe acts an asshole for these stacks\nC Notes not B Flats, ya understand me\nFew leaves left the sole tree standing\nJust as quick as the wind blew they went too\nI’m in too deep, my roots go deeper than the spot\nWhere their bodies shouldn’t sleep\nI probably shouldn’t speak like that\nBut it be like that\nNever let a nigga with a knife see my back\nI’m outta here\nLet me see my hat\nAnd I rock it so low I can’t see where I’m at [Chorus]\nThis that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nFresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nBut can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nAye, Fresh, just hit me with that\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\n(Play me in my head, play me in my head)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nFresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\nBut can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)\nThat boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap\n(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince with the following description: “Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince” is a layered song that can be interpreted as describing a high school romance or Swift’s reasons for becoming politically vocal. It inspired the name of Swift’s January 2020 documentary Miss Americana, which detailed how revelations in her personal life pushed her to speak her mind more often.\nLike “ME!” and “The Man,” this song was produced by Joel Little. It’s the darkest-sounding song he worked on for the album, and it’s reminiscent of Lorde’s 2013 album Pure Heroine, which he also produced. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nYou know I adore you, I'm crazier for you\nThan I was at sixteen, lost in a film scene\nWaving homecoming queens, marching band playing\nI'm lost in the lights\nAmerican glory faded before me\nNow I'm feeling hopeless, ripped up my prom dress\nRunning through rose thorns, I saw the scoreboard\nAnd ran for my life (Ah)\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNo cameras catch my pageant smile\nI counted days, I counted miles\nTo see you there, to see you there\nIt's been a long time coming, but\n[Chorus]\nIt's you and me, that's my whole world\nThey whisper in the hallway, \"She's a bad, bad girl\" (Okay)\nThe whole school is rolling fake dice\nYou play stupid games, you win stupid prizes\nIt's you and me, there's nothing like this\nMiss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (Okay)\nWe're so sad, we paint the town blue\nVoted most likely to run away with you [Verse 2]\nMy team is losing, battered and bruising\nI see the high fives between the bad guys\nLeave with my head hung, you are the only one\nWho seems to care\nAmerican stories burning before me\nI'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed\nBoys will be boys then, where are the wise men?\nDarling, I'm scared (Ah)\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNo cameras catch my muffled cries\nI counted days, I counted miles\nTo see you there, to see you there\nAnd now the storm is coming, but\n[Chorus]\nIt's you and me, that's my whole world\nThey whisper in the hallway, \"She's a bad, bad girl\" (Okay)\nThe whole school is rolling fake dice\nYou play stupid games, you win stupid prizes\nIt's you and me, there's nothing like this\nMiss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (Okay)\nWe're so sad, we paint the town blue\nVoted most likely to run away with you [Bridge]\nAnd I don't want you to (Go), I don't really wanna (Fight)\n'Cause nobody's gonna (Win), I think you should come home\nAnd I don't want you to (Go), I don't really wanna (Fight)\n'Cause nobody's gonna (Win), I think you should come home\nAnd I don't want you to (Go), I don't really wanna (Fight)\n'Cause nobody's gonna (Win), just thought you should know\nAnd I'll never let you (Go) 'cause I know this is a (Fight)\nThat someday we're gonna (Win)\n[Chorus]\nIt's you and me, that's my whole world\nThey whisper in the hallway, \"She's a bad, bad girl\"\nOh, I just thought you should know (You should know)\nIt's you and me, there's nothing like this (Like this)\nMiss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (Okay)\nWe're so sad, we paint the town blue (Paint it blue)\nVoted most likely to run away with you\n[Post-Chorus]\nAnd I don't want you to (Go), I don't really wanna (Fight)\n'Cause nobody's gonna (Win), I think you should come home\nAnd I'll never let you (Go) 'cause I know this is a (Fight)\nThat someday we're gonna (Win), just thought you should know\n[Outro]\nIt's you and me, that's my whole world\nThey whisper in the hallway, \"She's a bad, bad girl\"\n\"She's a bad, bad girl\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Apologize with the following description: “Apologize” is the debut single of OneRepublic.\nThe original version of the track was released on their debut album Dreaming Out Loud (2007), but it wasn’t until Timbaland remixed the track and released it with OneRepublic as the featured artist on his own compilation album Shock Value that the band and the track received attention from the mass.\nTimbaland’s remix version became a massive national and global hit and set the record of the biggest radio airplay hit in the history of the Mainstream Top 40 chart in North America, with 10,394 plays in one week, until its record was broken by Leona Lewis’s “Bleeding Love”.\n“Apologize” remained OneRepublic’s most successful single, until 2013’s “Counting Stars” from the album Native. In fact, the RIAA certified “Apologize” 3x Multi-Platinum on May 1st 2008. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Ryan Tedder]\nI'm holding on your rope\nGot me ten feet off the ground\nAnd I'm hearing what you say\nBut I just can't make a sound\nYou tell me that you need me\nThen you go and cut me down, but wait\nYou tell me that you're sorry\nDidn't think I'd turn around, and say that\n[Chorus: Ryan Tedder]\nIt's too late to apologize\nIt's too late\nI said it's too late to apologize\nIt's too late\nToo late, oh-oh\n[Verse 2: Ryan Tedder]\nI'd take another chance\nTake a fall, take a shot for you, oh-whoa\nI need you like a heart needs a beat\nBut it's nothing new, yeah, yeah\nI loved you with a fire red\nNow it's turning blue, and you say\nSorry like the angel\nHeaven let me think was you, but I'm afraid [Chorus: Ryan Tedder]\nIt's too late to apologize\nIt's too late\nI said it's too late to apologize\nIt's too late\n[Bridge: Ryan Tedder]\nWhoa-ooh-oh\n[Chorus: Ryan Tedder]\nIt's too late to apologize\nIt's too late\nI said it's too late to apologize\nIt's too late\nIt's too late to apologize, yeah (Too late)\nI said it's too late to apologize, yeah\n[Outro: Ryan Tedder]\nI'm holding on your rope\nGot me ten feet off the ground" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Now with the following description: “Now” was supposed to be the first single from Logic’s free EP titled While You Wait, but Logic decided to scrap that idea and “Now” is one of 3 bonus tracks on the deluxe edition of Logic’s debut album, Under Pressure. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced By: 6ix, Arthur McArthur & Swiff D]\n[Chorus]\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nGoddamnit now they, damn it now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nWasn't 'bout it back then, all a sudden now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nI must've got it 'cause they wanna seem like everybody\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nBreak it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nGoddamnit now they, damn it now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nWasn't 'bout it back then, all a sudden now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nI must've got it 'cause they wanna seem like everybody\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nBreak it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they\n[Verse 1]\nFuckin' with me now, but they never was\nTell me where was y'all back on the come up way before the buzz?\nChillin' with my homies in the basement like it really was\nFuckin' with me now, top down, just the four of us\nRattPack to the fullest, the people want more of us\nMan, now we've finally got connected\nDid it all without a plug and so they fucking with me now\nYeah we've got it now, yes I've got it now\nSo I gotta keep it real right now\nTell me how you feelin', bitches grillin', we making a killin'\nThe villain chillin', I'm livin' the life I've got the feelin'\nFor the realest on the rise, shootin' for the sky\nVMG fuck all them other guys, been advised to give up\nWe live up to the bar set, Bobbysoxer doin' 120 in a Corvette\nBlowin' up like a war vet\nGoddamn, everybody wonder who I am\n'Cause I came out the cut like a stitch in your hand\nAnd, my music flowing through your city like drug money\nMade a mill' off rap, fuck drug money\nAnd now you hit me like I got you whatever you need\nBut deep down, hope a motherfucker bleed, yeah they [Chorus]\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nGoddamnit now they, damn it now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nWasn't 'bout it back then, all a sudden now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nI must've got it 'cause they wanna seem like everybody\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nBreak it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nGoddamnit now they, damn it now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nWasn't 'bout it back then, all a sudden now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nI must've got it 'cause they wanna seem like everybody\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nBreak it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they\n[Verse 2]\nFuckin' with me now, break it down come off of the crown\nNowhere to be found on the come up now they come around\nTalk about they hold me down, yeah?\nActing like they know me, now they know me now, yeah?\nWhere you been?\n You gon' be there when I need a friend?\nSay I've got 'em when I hit rock bottom and get up again\nSippin' gin,\n \nnow would you pick up the pen\nIf I was locked up in the pen?\nTell me can you reminisce on way back when it did begin?\nWhen I look at you, I do not see a friend\nWhen I look at you look at me\nI can tell you only see some type of end\nFuckin' with me now, actin' like we kin\nBut you don't know where I've been\nGoddamn, bring it back again yeah\nBack again yeah, bring it back again yeah\nBack again yeah, back again yeah\nBring it back again yeah\nTalkin' 'bout they [Chorus]\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nGoddamnit now they, damn it now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nWasn't 'bout it back then, all a sudden now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nI must've got it 'cause they wanna seem like everybody\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nBreak it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nGoddamnit now they, damn it now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nWasn't 'bout it back then, all a sudden now they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nI must've got it 'cause they wanna seem like everybody\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nBreak it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now\nFuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Until It’s Gone with the following description: The seventh track on Linkin Park’s sixth studio album, The Hunting Party, “Until It’s Gone” builds on the famous proverb: “You don’t know what you have until its gone”.\nRapper MRivera25 later copied the lyrics for the long for a non-album single named “You’re Gone” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nA fire needs a space to burn\nA breath to build a glow\nI've heard it said a thousand times\nBut now I know\n[Chorus]\nThat you don't know what you've got\nOh, you don't know what you've got\nNo, you don't know what you've got\nUntil it's gone\nUntil it's gone\nUntil it's gone\n[Verse 2]\nI thought I kept you safe and sound\nI thought I made you strong\nBut something made me realize\nThat I was wrong\n'Cause finding what you've got sometimes\nMeans finding it alone\nAnd I can finally see your light\nWhen I let go\n[Chorus]\n'Cause you don't know what you've got\nUntil it's gone\nUntil it's gone\nUntil it's gone [Bridge]\nUntil it's gone\nUntil it's gone\nUntil it's gone\nUntil it's gone\nUntil it's gone\n[Chorus]\n'Cause you don't know what you've got\nOh, you don't know what you've got\nNo, you don't know what you've got\nIt's your battle to be fought\nNo, you don't know what you've got\nUntil it's gone\n'Til it's gone, 'til it's gone!\n[Instrumental Outro]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Too Much with the following description: “Too Much” finds Drake reconnecting with Sampha to create one of the most introspective and personal songs of his career to date.\nDrake details his anxiety about reaching his goal of being the best rapper in the game and brings fans into his home by discussing family issues he’s currently dealing with. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Sampha]\nDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much\nThere's no need for us to rush it through\nDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much\nThis is more than just a new lust for you\n(Oh, don't think about—)\n[Verse 1: Drake]\nDone sayin' I'm done playin'\nLast time was on the outro\nStuck in the house, need to get out more\nI've been stackin' up like I'm fundraising\nMost people in my position get complacent\nWanna come places with star girls\nAnd they end up on them front pages\nI'm quiet with it, I just ride with it\nMoment I stop having fun with it, I'll be done with it\nI'm the only one that's putting shots up\nAnd like a pot luck, you need to come with it, don't run from it\nLike H-Town in the summertime, I keep it one hundred\nMet a lot of girls in my times there\nWord to Paul Wall, not one fronted\nI was birthed there in my first year\nMan, I know that place like I come from it\nBackstage at Warehouse in '09 like, \"Is Bun coming?\nFuck that, is anyone comin'\n'Fore I show up there and there's no one there?\"\nThese days, I could probably pack it\nFor like twenty nights if I go in there\nBack rub from my main thing, I've been stressed out\nTalkin' to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm blessed now\nTalkin' to her like this drop, bet a million copies get pressed out\nShe tell me, \"Take a deep breath\nYou're too worried about being the best out\" [Chorus: Sampha]\nDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much\nThere's no need for us to rush it through\nDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much\nThis is more than just a new lust for you\n(Oh, don't think about—)\n[Verse 2: Drake]\nUh, someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods\nMoney got my whole family going backwards\nNo dinners, no holidays, no nothin'\nThere's issues at hand that we're not discussin'\nI did not sign up for this\nMy uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list\nAnd now he's actin' like, \"Oh, well, this is life, I guess\"\nNah, fuck that shit\nListen, man, you can still do what you wanna do\nYou gotta trust that shit\nHeard once that in dire times when you need a sign\nThat's when they appear\nGuess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it here\nI hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment\nTelling herself that she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit\nLike that's true shit\nAnd all my family from the M-Town that I've been 'round\nStarted treating me like I'm \"him\" now\nLike we don't know each other, we ain't grow together\nWe just friends now\nShit got me feeling pinned down\nPick the pen up or put the pen down?\nI'm writing to you from a distance like a pen-pal\nBut we've been down [Chorus: Sampha]\nDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much\nThere's no need for us to rush it through\nDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much\nThis is more than just a new lust for you\nOh, don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much\nThere's no need for us to rush it through, oh\nDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much\nThis is more than just a new lust for you, oh, oh\n(Don't do that—)\n[Outro: Sampha]\nDon't give up, on your hopes\nAnd you tell me somethin's gone wrong\nWholehearted, wholehearted, you care, you care\n'Cause I'm such a dreamer, a believer in a sense\nWell, if it's all a dream\nThen I'm on fire, feels like, I'm on fire\nTell me when I'm lyin', tell me when I'm tryin'" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Goyard Batman with the following description: “Goyard Batman” marks the second US/UK collaboration brought together by label The Plug. On the track, Manchester and Florida rappers Aitch and Lil Pump rap about their lavish lifestyles and girls, with Pump’s choruses focusing on luxury French bag maker Goyard. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Lil Pump]\nThis The Plug\nDoom, doom\nDoo-doo-doo-doo\nOoh\nLil Pump\nYeah (Fa-fa, fa-fa)\nMally Mall\n[Chorus: Lil Pump]\nHunnid bands in my Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah)\nShake that booty for a Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah, yeah)\nGot a bad bitch from San Fran', yeah (Brr)\nI'ma skrrt off in that Batman, woah (Ooh, ooh)\nI like big titty hoes with a suntan, ooh (Ooh)\nWhippin' up Lindsay Lohan\nWhip it up, whip it up, both hands (Brr)\nI'm high as fuck (Huh?)\nI cannot wait 'til the jet lands\nCongratulations (Yeah)\nLil Pump just popped eight Xan's (Eight Xan's, huh?)\n[Verse 1: Lil Pump]\nTwo Xan's (Yeah, ooh)\nBitch I feel like I'm Peter Pan (Peter Pan)\nPlan B and you ain't got a plan (Uh-uh)\nAll five lawyers got Patek's on they hands (Patek, Patek, lawyer)\nShake that booty (Huh? Brr)\nFor some Gucci (Huh? Gucci)\nWe might get married (We might get married)\nIf you hold my toolie (Brr)\nShe suckin' dick in a movie (Uh)\nI'ma just fuck on that bitch and just pass her to Dooney (Yeah)\nI get my dick sucked in Louis (Brr, huh?)\nYour momma a bitch and your daddy a goofy\nYes, I'm real disrespectful (Uh-huh)\nAK-47 to your momma temple (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)\nIf you want smoke, meet me at my next show\nCodeine cowboy (Pow, pow), I'm rich and I'm ghetto (Pow, pow, aye) [Chorus: Lil Pump]\nHunnid bands in my Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah)\nShake that booty for a Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah, yeah)\nGot a bad bitch from San Fran', yeah (Brr)\nI'ma skrrt off in that Batman, woah (Ooh, ooh)\nI like big titty hoes with a suntan, ooh (Ooh)\nWhippin' up Lindsay Lohan\nWhip it up, whip it up, both hands (Brr)\nI'm high as fuck (Huh?)\nI cannot wait 'til the jet lands\nCongratulations (Yeah)\nLil Pump just popped eight Xan's\n[Verse 2: Aitch]\nAll these bands can't fit in this rucksack (Woo, too many pounds)\nHad to put some racks in the clutch bag (Racks, racks, racks)\nSee a neek cash when I touch like \"Fuck tax\" (Huh?)\nBlow a 40 stack and don't look back\nLet me pour my 'gnac with my tugs\nGet paid for making it rain on beats\nMan laid your bae, left my stain on sheets\nHate on Aitch but don't make no P's\nIt ain't safe to say what I made this week\nDay-to-day with no chain on me\nDon't watch my neck, let the day-day speak\n80K to do stage at least\nMan make the cake and then break a piece\nLouis cologne got me smellin' like money\nI pull up with all of the honey's\nLeavin' the club, tryna tell me she comin'\nIf she don't give ucky, I'm ducking (Ah-ah)\nPull up and hop out the truck like it's nothing\nThe rocks on the bezel are busted\nYou get the smell of the cookie, I'm puffin'\nI come in the function and run it [Chorus: Lil Pump]\nHunnid bands in my Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah)\nShake that booty for a Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah, yeah)\nGot a bad bitch from San Fran', yeah (Brr)\nI'ma skrrt off in that Batman, woah (Ooh, ooh)\nI like big titty hoes with a suntan, ooh (Ooh)\nWhippin' up Lindsay Lohan\nWhip it up, whip it up, both hands (Brr)\nI'm high as fuck (Huh?)\nI cannot wait 'til the jet lands\nCongratulations (Yeah)\nLil Pump just popped eight Xan's (Eight Xan's)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Tweets About Rolling Stone Interview with the following description: \nAfter Rolling Stone published a teaser of its upcoming issue, in which Drake talks about Macklemore’s post-Grammy text to Kendrick, Drake called the magazine out on Twitter. He noted his “disgust” that the magazine took away his cover to pay tribute to the life of the late Philip Seymour Hoffman.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "(Since deleted)\nI never commented on Yeezus for my interview portion of Rolling Stone.\n \nThey also took my cover from me last minute and ran the issue\n(Since deleted)\nI'm disgusted with that. RIP to Phillip Seymour Hoffman. All respect due. But the press is evil\nI'm done doing interviews for magazines. I just want to give my music to the people. That's the only way my message gets across accurately" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called LOVE YOU BETTER with the following description: On “LOVE YOU BETTER,” Future talks about the vulnerability he feels after breaking up with someone, mentioning how she needs to find another person who loves her and treats her better than him.\nThe song features a chopped-vocal sample of singer Jayla Darden’s song, “Idea 686,” released in August 2018. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nCould this thing be more?\nYou can never— this could be yours\nIf it's really meant to— baby, baby\n'Cause I'm interested, baby, baby\nATL Jacob, ATL Jacob\n[Chorus]\nYou tellin' me you fallin' out of love with me\nHope you can find someone to love you better than I did\n[Verse]\nTakin' our memories on love and treatin' it like nothin'\nTakin' our memories on love and treatin' it like gossip\nIt's my love from my grandmother make me gentle when I care for you\nTell me you fallin' out of love, it's breakin' my heart in two\nI just don't wanna sit and pray, baby\nAlmost like it didn't happen to make you happy\n[Chorus]\nYou tellin' me you fallin' out of love with me\nHope you can find someone to love you better than I did\nYou tellin' me you fallin' out of love with me (You tellin' me you fallin' out of love with me)\nHope you can find someone to love you better than I did (Hope you can find someone to love you better than I did)\n[Outro]\nCould this thing be more?\n(You tellin' me you fallin' out of love with me)\nIt's my love from my grandmother make me gentle when I care for you (Hope you can find someone to love you better than I did)\nIf it's really meant to— baby, baby\n'Cause I'm interested, baby, baby" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Shopping Spree with the following description: “Shopping Spree” is a single released by Murda Beatz, who teams up with young rappers Lil Pump and Sheck Wes.\nThroughout the song, the two young artists rap about going on shopping sprees, as well as boasting about the women that surround them and how easily they get what they want now that they are rich. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Lil Pump & \nBaka Not Nice\n]\nWhen I go shopping (Ooh, Jetski)\nMurda on the beat so it's not nice\n[Chorus: Lil Pump]\nWhen I go shopping, I buy everything I see (Ooh, brr)\nWhat you want? \nI want that Patek Philippe\n (Yeah)\nI want a bitch with double Ds (Ds)\nLook at my backyard, it's South Beach\nI spend like 20 bands on lean (Lean)\nI just went on a shopping spree (Yeah)\nWhen I go shopping I buy everything I see (Ooh, brr)\nWhat you want? I want that Patek Philippe (Uh-huh)\nI want a bitch with double Ds (Ooh)\nLook at my backyard, it's South Beach (South Beach)\nI spend like 20 bands on lean (Ooh, yeah)\nI just went on a shopping spree (Ooh)\n[Verse 1: Lil Pump]\nYou wanna get geeked, come on (Come on)\nSmashing a bitch and her tampon (Yeah)\nWe ratchet as fuck where I'm from\nKnock on his door with a choppa, ding-dong (Ding-dong)\nDropped out, now I'm a rockstar (Rockstar)\nI'm off two beans in a Nascar\nI'm in Calabasas, servin' up junkies (Brr)\nI just heard my auntie up in a backyard\nI'm a rockstar and I fucked on a pornstar\nI crash a car and I went bought a new one (Ooh)\nI'ma go boot up\nI'm in a label meeting and I pulled up with two sluts (Two sluts)\nLet's go boot up (Ooh), and \nI got a lean gut just like Buddha (Like Buddha)\nBut I might shoot ya (Ooh), ride around with a 38-year-old cougar (Fafa, fafa) [Chorus: Lil Pump & \nSheck Wes\n]\nWhen I go shopping I buy everything I see (Ooh, brr)\n(\nFa, fa, fa, fa\n)\nWhat you want? I want that Patek Philippe (Yeah)\n(\nFa, fa, fa, fa\n)\nI want a bitch with double Ds (Ds)\nLook at my backyard, it's South Beach\nI spend like 20 bands on lean\n (Lean)\nI just went on a shopping spree \n(Yeah)\nWhen I go shopping I buy everything I see (Ooh, brr)\nWhat you want? I want that Patek Philippe (Uh-huh)\n(\nFa, fa, fa, fa\n)\nI want a bitch with double Ds (Ooh)\nLook at my backyard, it's South Beach (South Beach)\n(\nFa, fa, fa, fa\n)\nI spend like 20 bands on lean (Ooh, yeah)\nI just went on a shopping spree (Ooh)\n[Verse 2: Sheck Wes]\nYeah, bitch, bitch, bitch (Bitch, bitch, yeah)\nI know they mad I'm rich (Rich)\nI spend obnoxious (Uh-huh)\nI need a pill, I'm sick (Achoo)\nI might fly out your bitch (Uh-huh)\nNiggas can't live my life (Uh-uh)\nNiggas don't make no sense, yeah (Ching-ching)\nSheck Wes, I was born in the projects\nReal killers, I know goons and the goblins\nDrawbacks, put your ass in a coffin\nMy bitch bad, yeah, my girl so naughty\nCan't lack, you get shot down where I live\nOff the addy, man, like \"there goes my eyelids\"\nI can't touch these hoes (Yeah), sit back and beat up her privates\nI just bought a new car, cost 350 Gs (Bitch)\nLamborghinis, Performante speed (Zoom)\nI'm not from Montana, bitch Sheck Wes from NYC (Facts)\nWhen these hoes fuck with me (Facts), no shoppin' sprees (Bitch) [Chorus: Lil Pump & \nSheck Wes\n]\nWhen I go shopping I buy everything I see (Ooh, brr)\nWhat you want? I want that Patek Philippe (Yeah)\n(\nFa, fa, fa, fa\n)\nI want a bitch with double Ds (Ds)\nLook at my backyard, it's South Beach\n(\nFa, fa, fa, fa\n)\nI spend like 20 bands on lean (Lean)\nI just went on a shopping spree (\nYeah\n)\nWhen I go shopping I buy everything I see (Ooh, brr)\nWhat you want? I want that Patek Philippe\nI want a bitch with double Ds\nLook at my backyard, it's South Beach\n (It's South Beach)\nI spend like 20 bands on lean (Ooh, yeah)\nI just went on a shopping spree (Ooh, \nyeah\n)\n[Outro: Sheck Wes & \nQuavo\n]\nI just went on a shopping spree\nI just went on a shopping spree\nI just went on a shopping spree\n(I just went on a shopping spree)\nThis beat from Murda (Murda)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called All Eyes on Ye with the following description: “All Eyes On Ye” is the name given to an unreleased throwaway demo of Kanye West. It leaked online on May 10, 2019.\nThe song was thought to have been recorded during sessions for Kanye’s scrapped TurboGrafx16. As is typical with many Kanye demos, it’s unfinished, featuring Kanye mumble as he tries to create flows and lay down reference vocals. It shares an instrumental with Kid Cudi’s unreleased “Maple”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYo\n[Refrain]\nThey try to say Kanye West\nWas out here wildin' like, uh, Delonte West\nBut these new verses sounding like André’s best\nBut he couldn't ever quite seem to get quite André fresh\nThree stacks, stacks on my known thumb when you be back\nI don't need something, need the feedback\nLet’s follow up, let's follow up\nGot something, call some', call 'em up\nGot something, something, call 'em up\nAnd I call something, ball 'em up\nAll the way to Baltimore, all the [?]\nAnd they in the auto mall, whole summer long\nAnd you stay like a Audemar\nSun Tzu, it's the art of war\nHead's down, it’s a war, what they calling for then, huh?\n[Freestyle]\nNo stones, what you balling for then, huh?\nStone, stone what you running for then, huh?\nThis here what they really want, then, huh?\nSomeone wanna way I get it, uh, uh, nah, nah\nNah, nigga, nah, fuck that, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah\nNah, nigga, nigga, what’s that?\n[?] club back, nigga, cut back\nOhh, is that what it looked at?\nLike your made them when you on your way to work\nAnd the boss said, \"Uh, we makin' cut backs\"\nNigga, bust that, nah, hit club like where the sluts at?\nUhh, hit the club holdin’ my nutsack, ugh\nYeah, kinda want it, hit it, but I couldn't nut that\nTalk about it, [?] tryna get a nut at\n[?] I dunno how he cut that, that cut back\nHold on now, [?] when I told you, hey\nFront line [?], I wouldn't wanna be a soldier\nPray hard, stay hard, way hard\nEight times in a row, pace times in a boat\nPay fine in the low, pay fives to the dough\nLost, lawsuit city, baby, egh\nAll coupe me, baby, I'm Frank Nitti, baby\nMan, Wayne with me, baby, uh\nSaid he ain’t with me, baby, uh\nRunnin' from my [?], what do you expect though?\n[?] Hector, [?] lettin' that go for the respect though\nNah, nah, nigga, ain't tryna play that\nSaid it would, where 'Ye at? Sendin' [?] with the 'ye back\nSellin' on the day [?], stomp on it, then he did it way back\nAnd I ain't never, no, never, never change that\nGot it where the [?] at, got it with the [?] at\nI got it [?] with your name at, we the one who laid that\nHe ain't really mean that, [?] where your team at?\nGot 'em where you [?] at, nigga, I seen that\n[?] where the [?] at?\nCame back stuntin', pullin' dirt like a fiend at\n[?], I\n[?] like ninas, why?\nThat's why, that's right, that's right, ayy\nThat's right, that's right, that's right\nThat's right, nigga, that's right, uh, that's right\nThat ain't no, just like, uh, just like, that, that's right\nStop it, uh, stop it, I might cop it\nPut it, did it, I might did it\nDid it, shit it, I might hit it\nSend it, done it, if you with it\nThrowin' back [?], huh\nSend it, puttin' centrefold, they ain't said nothin'\nAin't better my name, fuckin' on a bitch\nThey ain't have a bellybutton, put it in her bellybutton\nYou know where they at now, somebody, uh\nMan, you picture this, when you look at sports in [?]\nYou got this, just, you would reminisce\nThis bitch, this bitch, this bitch, this bitch\nAin't lyin' on my dick, [?]\n[?] on some other shit, uh\nSupernova shit, four-leaf clover shit\nI don't believe in luck, I'm blessed\nI know [?] up, I'm [?]\nFreestyle goin' too long, I don't feel like listenin' to it back\nFreestyle goin' too long, I don't feel like listenin' to it back\nTake this shit right to another track\n[?] where you feelin' at?\nSame place that your baby-mother at\nSame whip that your baby-mother got\nI'm on [?] with another rack\n[?] had another plaque, fuck it all though\n(Stop it) [Instrumental Break]\n[Refrain]\nThey try to say Kanye West\nWas out here wildin' like, uh, Delonte West\nBut these new verses sounding like Andre's best\nBut he couldn't ever quite seem to get quite Andre fresh\nThree stacks, stacks on my known thumb when you be back\nI don't need something, need the feedback\nLet's follow up, let's follow up\nGot something, call some', call 'em up\nGot something, something, call 'em up\nAnd I call something, ball 'em up\nAll the way to Baltimore, all the [?]\nAnd they in the auto mall, whole summer long\nAnd you stay like a Audemar\nHead's down, it's the art of war\nHead's down, it's a war, what they calling for then, huh?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Mood with the following description: After over a year of this highly anticipated song being previewed, “Mood” was finally released on January 5, 2018 at 8:08 PM EST as a Worldstar Hip Hop Exclusive.\nProduced by Supah Mario, in collaboration with TM88 (who produced the multi-platinum hit “XO TOUR Llif3) and Southside (both of the music production team 808 Mafia), the song depicts how Lil Uzi Vert feels when someone tries to throw him off course or in short, \"mess up his mood”.\nThe song was released as an 808 Mafia single featuring Lil Uzi Vert. TM88 credited Supah Mario for a majority of the production in a now deleted tweet, but the situation became somewhat controversial when Supah Mario wasn’t credited at all in the title, with his producer tag significantly quieter than TM88’s and Southside’s. Supah Mario later released the original demo for the beat that he made before TM88 & Southside touched it (which was also used for “Stuck” by Stalley) on SoundCloud.\nBecause the original version of the song, produced by Supah Mario and 808 Mafia, was taking so long to release, Southside brought the song to EDM artist Marshmello for a remix to release instead. However, when the song was finally cleared to release, fans requested that the original be released instead of Marshmello’s remix.\nMarshmello’s remix later leaked via the hacking group known as Music Mafia on November 1, 2018. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nSouthside\nSupah Mario\n8\n[Chorus]\nYeah\nFuck these niggas 'cause they always bein' extra (What? Yeah-yeah)\nAll these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (No, oh yeah)\nMoney comin' in like I am an investor (Yeah)\nShe tried to take a break, but I already left her (Bye-bye)\nWoah (What?)\nWhen I'm in my car, yeah, woah (Sheesh)\nLook up at the stars, just like, \"Woah\" (Oh woah)\nNo feelings involved, yeah, no feelings involved (No way)\nPut that on my dogs (Put that on my dogs)\n[Verse 1]\nI said no feelings involved (Yeah)\nPut that on my dogs (Put that on my dogs)\nPut that on my dogs (Sheesh)\nI said no feelings involved (No, no)\nOkay, okay, I don't need it\nI don't need it, I don't want it\nI won't keep it, matter fact I might delete it\nThen repeat it, yeah (Woo, woo)\nWhy you keep on going back? (Why?)\nYeah, I got my reasons, like\nYeah, I got my reasons, like\nCar so fast, yeah, it's movin' like a beam of light (Zoom, skrrt)\nBest rockstar of all time, hope that I don't die\n'Cause I am immortal\nToo bad you a mortal (Too bad, too bad)\nNo wonder you normal (Damn)\nYour girl saw me once (Yeah)\nShe said I'm adorable, uh (Said I'm adorable)\nMy diamonds so sick (What?)\nThis shit is not curable (Damn) [Chorus]\nYeah\nFuck these niggas 'cause they always bein' extra (What? yeah-yeah)\nAll these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (No, oh yeah)\nMoney comin' in like I am an investor (Yeah)\nShe tried to take a break, but I already left her (Bye-bye)\nWoah (What?)\nWhen I'm in my car, yeah, woah (Sheesh)\nLook up at the stars, just like, \"Woah\" (Oh woah)\nNo feelings involved, yeah, no feelings involved (No way)\nPut that on my dogs (Put that on—)\n[Post-Chorus]\nLike, ooh (Woah)\nWhy you wanna mess up my mood? (Yeah)\nWish that you were me 'cause you're not cool (You're not cool)\nYeah, lookin' like a fool (Like a fool, like a fuckin')\nLike a dog barkin' at the moon (Why?)\n[Verse 2]\n'Cause I'm shinin' (Yeah)\nLike, look at these diamonds (Look at these diamonds)\nLike, look at these diamonds\nTired of these niggas, I swear they be lyin'\nI never keep it, you know I one night it\nDoin' these drugs, yeah, I'm outta my body\nYeah, I'm outta my body\nReal niggas, yeah, they right here right beside me (Ooh)\nStay on track, roller coaster (Coaster, yeah)\nFuck her once, keep her closer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nMy car fast, but I drive slower (Wait, what? Why?)\nDrop the top, make it hold up (Yeah) [Chorus]\nYeah\nFuck these niggas 'cause they always bein' extra (What? Yeah-yeah)\nAll these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (No, oh yeah)\nMoney comin' in like I am an investor (Yeah)\nShe tried to take a break, but I already left her (Bye-bye)\nWoah (What?)\nWhen I'm in my car, yeah, woah (Sheesh)\nLook up at the stars, just like, \"Woah\" (Oh woah)\nNo feelings involved, yeah, no feelings involved (No way)\nPut that on my dogs (Put that—)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Monster with the following description: On “Monster,” Shawn Mendes and Justin Bieber sing about the perils of life and uncertainty in the music industry. Serving as the second single from Wonder, the track finds Mendes and Bieber collaborating for the first time.\nThis collaboration was rumored after both artists were seen together in music studios with Tori Kelly and watt in July and August 2020, respectively. In October, Shawn revealed some small hints about the team up in an interview with Roman Kemp on Capital Breakfast. Finally, the following month, the album’s tracklist was revealed with this song’s title, followed by its release date, a teaser video, and cover art.\nThe official music video premiered alongside this song on November 20, 2020, on Shawn’s YouTube channel. The two artists hosted a live stream ten minutes prior to the release, discussing both the song and music video. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Shawn Mendes]\nYou put me on a pedestal and tell me I'm the best\nRaise me up into the sky until I'm short of breath (Yeah)\nFill me up with confidence, I say what's in my chest\nSpill my words and tear me down until there's nothin' left\nRearrange the pieces just to fit me with the rest, yeah\n[Chorus: Shawn Mendes]\nBut what if I, what if I trip?\nWhat if I, what if I fall?\nThen am I the monster?\nJust let me know\nAnd what if I, what if I sin?\nAnd what if I, what if I break? Yeah\nThen am I the monster? Yeah\nJust let me know, yeah\n[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]\nI was fifteen when the world put me on a pedestal\nI had big dreams of doin' shows and making memories\nMade some bad moves tryin' to act cool\n, upset by their jealousy, uh\nLiftin' me up (Liftin' me up), liftin' me up (Yeah)\nAnd tearin' me down (Down), tearin' me down (Down, down, yeah)\nI'll take responsibility for everything I've done (Yeah)\nHoldin' it against me like you're the holy one (Yeah) [Bridge: Justin Bieber]\nI had a chip on my shoulder, had to let it go\n'Cause unforgiveness keeps them in control\nI came in with good intentions, then I let it go\nAnd now I really wanna know\n[Chorus: Justin Bieber & \nShawn Mendes\n]\nWhat if I, what if I trip? (Oh)\nWhat if I, what if I fall? (I fall)\nThen am I the monster? (Am I the monster?)\nJust let me know (Let me know)\nAnd what if I, what if I sin?\n (\nOh\n)\nAnd what if I, what if I break? Yeah (What if I break?)\nThen am I the monster?\n (Am I the monster?)\nJust let me know\n (\nOh, please just let me know, yeah\n)\n[Outro: Justin Bieber & \nShawn Mendes\n]\nLa-da-da-duh-duh (\nBaby, what if I fall down?\n)\nLa-da-da-duh-duh-duh-na\nLa-da-da-da-duh-duh\nLa-da-da-duh-duh-duh-na\nLa-da-da-duh-duh (\nPlease don't let me fall\n)\nLa-da-da-duh-duh-duh-na\nLa-da-da-da-duh-duh (\nOh, please don't let me fall\n)\nLa-da-da-duh-duh-duh-na" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Babe with the following description: “Babe” is a song Taylor Swift wrote with Pat Monahan of Train while working on her 2012 album, Red. The track, which fans believe is about actor Jake Gyllenhaal, finds Taylor looking back on a failed relationship. It’s interesting to note that “Better Man,” a song Taylor gave to Little Big Town in 2017, has very similar themes.\nFans have pointed out several connections between “Babe” and other songs written for the Red album, including “All Too Well,” “Girl At Home,” and “The Last Time.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Sugarland]\nWhat a shame\nDidn't wanna be the one that got away, yeah\nBig mistake, broke the sweetest promise\nThat you never should have made\n[Pre-Chorus: Sugarland]\nI'm here on the kitchen floor\nYou call, but I won't hear it\nYou said \"No one else\"\n[Chorus: Sugarland & \nTaylor Swift\n]\nHow could you do this, babe?\nYou really blew this, babe\nWe ain't gettin' through this one, babe\nThis is the last time I'll ever call you, babe\nThis is the last time, this is the last time\nThis is the last time, I'll ever call you \"babe\n\"\n[Verse 2: Sugarland]\nWhat a waste\nTakin' down the pictures and the plans we made, yeah\nAnd it's strange how your face doesn't look so innocent\nYour secret has its consequence and that's on you, babe\n[Pre-Chorus: Sugarland]\nI break down every time you call\nWe're a wreck, you're the wreckin' ball\nWe said, \"No one else\" [Chorus: Sugarland & \nTaylor Swift\n]\nHow could you do this, babe?\nYou really blew this, babe\nWe ain't gettin' through this one, babe\nThis is the last time I'll ever call you, babe\nThis is the last time, this is the last time\nThis is the last time\n[Bridge: Sugarland & \nTaylor Swift\n]\nSince you admitted it \n(Oh),\n I keep picturin' \n(Oh)\nHer lips on your neck \n(Oh),\n I can't unsee it \n(Oh)\nI hate that because of you \n(Oh),\n I can't love you, babe\nWhat a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away\n[Chorus: Sugarland & \nTaylor Swift\n]\nHow could you do this, babe?\nYou really blew this, babe\nWe ain't gettin' through this one, babe\nHow could you do this, babe?\nThis is the last time, this is the last time\nThis is the last time I'll ever call you, babe\n[Outro: Sugarland & \nTaylor Swift\n]\nHow could you do this, babe?\nI'm here on the kitchen floor, you call but I won't hear it\nYou said \"No one else,\" \nwe ain't gettin' through this one, babe\nI break down every time you call, this is the last time\nWe're a wreck, you're the wreckin' ball\nThis is the last time\nYou said \"No one else\"\nThis is the last time\n I'll ever call you \"babe\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Everything Lit with the following description: “Everything Lit” is a leaked song by Lil Uzi Vert. It finds Uzi rapping without his traditional auto-tune vocals over a haunting beat.\nThe song was reportedly recorded on June 15, 2015, and was planned to be released on his first commerical mixtape, Luv Is Rage, as he shouts out in the intro.\nThe song leaked on July 23, 2018, shortly after “Introvert”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYeah, yeah\nYeah-yeah\nYeah\nLUV is rage\nLil Uzi\nLil Uzi, Lil Uzi\nYeah\n[Verse]\nBoy, you disgust me\nWhy is yo bitches so ugly?\nMy bitch so perfect, she kinda look Asian (Yeah)\nCome all the way from Toronto\nAll she do is sucky-sucky\nMy stomach problem from all of this muddy\nNo money problems ‘cause I’m gettin’ money (Money)\nThis shit is crazy, it just started for me\nI was just home, broke, doin’ the dougie\nPinky ring, water-flooded\nWrist got cold yellow diamond runnin’\nGrab a tissue if it is an issue (Damn)\nUsed to grab a pistol\nNo, I didn’t for them itty-bitty niggas\nI’m from the city with real killers\nNigga Gilly said, “Ya’ gon’ win now”\nUzi countin’ all these major figures\nGetting money, got a major hitter\nBut I ain’t talkin’ Barry Bonds (Yeah)\nWhen I was younger, wanted Keri Hilson\nNigga like Dennis the Menace\nNow my money old like Mr. Wilson\n (Yeah)\nSneak dissing, who you? The records be missing\nI fuck with Hit-Boy, I’m tryna be a hitman\nTakin’ yo ass straight out of existence\nWhere is yo hitman? The other man got him\nShout out Jodye Flacko, fuck wit’ your album\nMoving them pigeons, them birds, they be flockin’\nWhite bitch on my dick, she ride like a ‘Rari\nWhen I get rough, she crank that like a cock-shift\nShe shake her ass on my dick like a cocktail\nI could’ve fucked your bitch right in L.A\nSLS, she play with my Cartier case\nI had put some money right in the safe\nDidn’t do nothin’, was high, it was late\nBut we still talk on the phone everyday\nAbout, goin' on that perfect date\nShe hear my name, pussy on percolate\nOnly date is my dick all in her face (Woo)\nWait, .45, that’s all on my waist (That bitch is all on my waist)\nWait, why these niggas in the way?\nWhy do these niggas be frontin’\nThey just be there with no office\nMost of their parents be owning they office\nThat both of my parents pray more than less often (Yeah)\nMy old bitch always be gaggin’ and coughin’\nMy new bitch, she swallow me up so jawless\nI want the money, the fame, and the Barbie\nYou know, the white bitch that look like iCarly\nShe ride my dick like that bitch is a Harley (Skrrt, skrrt)\nI just got Energy jewels that was counterfeit (Counterfeit)\nClock rounds like my VVS diamond wrist\nEverything real, so keep on watchin' it (Watchin' it)\nIf you watchin' me, then you watchin' it (You watchin' it)\nMy new bitch I swear is a prophetess\nGettin' money really ain't no option, bitch (No option)\nWent to Maury and the lie detector said (Oh)\nBoy, I swear you did not write the script (Oh)\nNever really was a fan, though\nFour-door coupe, open just like a sandal\nWe used to pray for them Lambos\nI take my girl to a private resort\nHeard we walk 'round wearin' sandals\nMy bitch so bad, she a handful\nThat's why she treat me so good\nWake up the pussy and eggs, they be scrambled\nEverything lit\nEverything, everything, everything lit\nEverything lit like a candle\nOhh, she gave me head like some dandruff\nEverything, it is so random\nLove and rage, it is so random\nLove and rage, it is so random" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Campaign (Charlie Heat Remix) with the following description: A remix of ‘Campaign’ from G.O.O.D. Music in-house producer Charlie Heat. In 2016, he remixed Kanye West’s ‘Facts (Charlie Heat Version)’ as well, which made it on West’s album The Life of Pablo and has also produced for other high-profile artists such as Lil Uzi Vert. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Future]\nYeah, Hendrix\nUh, super, super, super\nDolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign\nDolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign\nG-G-G-Good work, Charlie\n[Chorus: Future]\nI brought them bottles on bottles\nI fuck with models on models\nI'll take that molly with molly\nI got the racks on racks\nCampaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign\nCheck out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign\n[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]\nDid some numbers then I went back to the vault\nDid some numbers then I went back in and fought\nDid some numbers then I went back like the goat\nDid some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche\n[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]\nDid some numbers then I went and copped a 911\nDid some numbers then I went and copped my bitch a necklace\nThen some corner shawty told me \"Boy stop drivin' reckless\"\nGot my side bitch\nShe keep textin', I ain't get the message\nI stopped fuckin' ratchet hoes, they be too messy\nKickin' bitches out like Barcelona, shoutout Messi\nBetter Black or Mexi, Texi, bitch she too sexy\nDouble latex when we sexin', shit be too risky\nI got a lot, I don't act, I musta flied with the pack\nFuck on my bitch from the back, yeah she like that\nI'ma let you, tell her we never gon' lose\nMomma, I'll never going broke\nMy white girl in love with the coke [Chorus: Future]\nI brought them bottles on bottles\nI fuck with models on models\nI'll take that molly with molly\nI got the racks on racks\nCampaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign\nCheck out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign\n[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]\nDid some numbers then I went back to the vault\nDid some numbers then I went back in and fought\nDid some numbers then I went back like the goat\nDid some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche\n[Verse 2: Future]\nDid some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche\nDid some numbers and I had to keep the torch\nDid some numbers, always gotta do the tour\nI just seen you flexin', turned up on a check\nYou gon' make a nigga fuck up some more racks\nI got a light on the DA, I was just fuckin' the secretary\nI keep a choppa on me, nigga you know that shit necessary\nNigga, you know that shit necessary\nNigga, you know that shit necessary\n[Chorus: Future]\nI brought them bottles on bottles\nI fuck with models on models\nI'll take that molly with molly\nI got the racks on racks\nCampaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign\nCheck out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign [Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]\nDid some numbers then I went back to the vault\nDid some numbers then I went back in and fought\nDid some numbers then I went back like the goat\nDid some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche\n[Bridge: Future & \nTy Dolla $ign\n]\nBlow the cake up nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nBlow the cake up nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSpend some cake on her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nGetting out of line, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nGang banging niggas, roo, roo, roo, roo\nYou gang banging, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nThrow ya sets up\nNigga gotta make him calm down\nThrow ya sets up\nYou gotta make him calm down\n[Chorus: Future]\nI brought them bottles on bottles\nI fuck with models on models\nI'll take that molly with molly\nI got the racks on racks\nCampaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign\nCheck out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign [Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]\nDid some numbers then I went back to the vault\nDid some numbers then I went back in and fought\nDid some numbers then I went back like the goat\nDid some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche\n[Outro: Future & \nTy Dolla $ign\n]\nI don’t care, Molly with Xans\nI don’t care, Molly with Xans\nAdderall got me up at full attention\nAdderall got a bitch full attention\nFuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah\nFuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah\nFuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah\nWaving on these niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n($ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)\nTaylor Gang" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Versace (Remix) with the following description: This song was released in July 2013, it is a remix to the song Versace By Migos\nIt’s off well done 4 a mixtape by Tyga\nhttps://twitter.com/Tyga/status/352694350817394688 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYou know I love the versace store (Haa)\n[Verse 1: Tyga]\nVersace, Versace, I brought that shit back, all these niggas they copy\nMedusa head on me I'm at the hotel, Versace Palazzo\nI rented the yacht for a week, but I bought the convertible Lambo\nSix mill for the mansion\nI see haters coming I need some more ammo\nThese niggas gay that's Elmo\nSo much green I turned camo\nSome hoover niggas on flannels\nLight light you up no candle\nGrip on that handle Yosemite Sam ya, that bitch bang like a banjo\nTold my arms dealer no need for a box, I don't read the instructions, I throw out the manual (WOO!)\nVersace, Versace, my brother king Trell he in a Ferrari\nI don't look the same, my camera the same, I made too much money (WOO!)\nPaul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should of went to the Clippers\nI got some crazy ideas for Versace, get them and tell'em my number\nVersace, auggh Picasso, Basquiat I'm cocky\n23, 15 mill I'm just getting started\nPop water my water\nI walk around on my wallet\nI don't fuck with Saddam but, that's gold all in my toilet\nStatues of Horus, and Anubis is polished\nI don't got to, rap about, coke for you to enjoy it\nI'm bout' to join the money team, just holla' to Floyd about it\nVersace, Versace, I'm taking my money to the Cayman islands (WOO!) Versace Auggh!! [Hook: Quavo]\nVersace, Versace, Versace, Versace\nVersace, Versace, Versace, Versace\nVersace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace\nVersace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace\n " } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Secure The Bag with the following description: Earlier in December, The LOX — Jadakiss, Styles P, and Sheek Louch — cemented a return to hip-hop with two new songs titled “Don’t You Cry” & “What Else You Need To Know”. Their new track “Secure The Bag” with local rapper Infa-Red looks south from their native New York City for an attempt at a trap sound, featuring a Gucci Mane guest verse. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: DJ Khaled & \nGucci Mane\n]\nSecure the bag\nIt's a cold world, bundle up\nYou better protect the bag (\nHuh?\n)\nDon't ever play yourself\nMake sure that Y hit\nMake sure that safe is safe\nKey word, make sure\nBrace yourself as I introduce you to The LOX\nSecure the bag alert (Skrrt)\n[Chorus: Infared & \nGucci Mane\n]\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nYou ain't never seen money like this, nigga\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nNever going broke long as I can sell dope, nigga (\nHuh?\n)\n[Verse 1: Jadakiss]\nYeah, I'm just waiting for that coke to dry up (Waiting)\nI need that first half 'fore I even 'post the flyer (Need that)\nIt ain't nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters (Nah)\nAll these super cops that's out here tryna make they quota (Yeah)\nFar as the pie, I need a slice and I'm good for the day (Good)\nIt's in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay (Good)\nYou can lose your life in the hood for a day (Gone)\nYou know me, I count it twice, then I put it away (Woo)\nYeah, bring some 'Woods and some vanillas through (Hurry up)\nWe chain smoking, Haze, Cookies, and Guerilla Glue (Light up)\nMoney right (Uh), they glad that it's pure (Yeah)\nNothing else matters, long as the bag is secure, what? [Chorus: Infared & \nGucci Mane\n]\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nYou ain't never seen money like this, nigga\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nSelling dope, you ain't buying with no broke nigga (\nHuh?\n)\n[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]\nYo, my flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way that I wear it (Secure it)\nI ain't work this hard to give you my bread, fuck out of here I don't wanna hear it (Secure it)\nMy show's lit, I got houses and shit, I got more than sneaker money on me (No doubt)\nI just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the niggas that know me (Ask 'em)\nBut I pop for mine, bottom line, bang, and I don't even wear no flag (Uh-uh)\nI just wait outside 'til you come home drunk (Woo) just to secure that bag\nRubber grip on my Glock (Let's go), shells all in my pump (Okay)\nI look good as shit, but I'm an old head, who the fuck you talkin' to, chump? (Chump)\nI got ten bitches that's bad (Haha), so tell 'em why you mad (Woo)\nYou broke as fuck and you watching me, nigga, that ain't chasing no bag (D-Block)\nGet on Instagram and brag (Brag) you ain't never had jet lag (Uh-uh)\nYou ain't make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag, huh?\n[Chorus: Infared & \nGucci Mane\n]\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nYou ain't never seen money like this, nigga\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nNever going broke long as I can sell dope, nigga (\nHuh?\n) [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]\nIt's Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope (Woo)\nBut don't quote me, bitch, 'cause I might slit your damn throat (Woo)\nI'm like Scarface on a banana boat, I'm tryna stay afloat\nAnd I won't never, ever, ever, ever, ever go broke (No)\nI take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash (Wow)\nI'm a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half\nI got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass\nAnd I gotta secure the bag, I got a twenty foot stash (Go)\nAnd I'm laughing with the money, bitch, she finer than me (Ha)\nThe money that they think they gettin', that ain't no money to me\nI gotta shout out my connect, that shit was fronted to me\nI had to run the money back, that shit was punted to me, Wop\n[Chorus: Infared & \nGucci Mane\n]\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nYou ain't never seen money like this, nigga\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nSelling dope, you ain't buying with no broke nigga (\nHuh?\n)\n[Verse 4: Styles P]\nBag coming, secure the shit\nCaught a nice lick knockin' off the purest shit\nThat Medellin on some tourist shit\nWaiting for the plug to come just so I can score some shit (Just to score)\nJefe come, jefe go\nLet my little ese know we gon' go hit Mexico (Where he at?)\nWe gon' get this bag like it's gas, like it's Texaco\nGot a stash house in BK right on Meserole (Right there)\nJFK (Eh), bag landing (Bag)\nLaguardia, it's a bag landing (Bag)\nYou can be the man, but not the last standing (Haha)\nNiggas wild as Taliban, all my niggas blast cannons [Chorus: Infared & \nGucci Mane\n]\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nYou ain't never seen money like this, nigga\nSecure the bag, secure the bag\nNever going broke long as I can sell dope, nigga (\nHuh?\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Slow Jamz with the following description: “Slow Jamz” is a smooth, melodic track from Kanye West’s debut album. Jamie Foxx’s hook and Twista’s fast-paced verse are some of the more memorable parts of the album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Jamie Foxx]\nKanye, it's, it's Foxx, man\nI'm just sayin', you know, I was talkin' to the girls, you know\nAnd we, we don't put enough emphasis on the ladies sometime\nYou know, I was talkin' to this girl\nShe was talkin' about the music all fast in the club, you know\nShe gotta drink water 'cause she thirsty\nShe done danced like ninety to a hundred songs back to back\nWhen ain't nobody, you know, really try to find out what she feelin'\nLike how she feel, you know, you know what she told me?\n(Are you gonna be?) Check it out, this is what she said\n(Say that you're gonna be) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh\n[Chorus: Jamie Foxx & \nLuther\n]\nShe said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross\nA little Anita will definitely set this party off right\n(\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well\n)\nShe said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition\nSome Minnie Riperton will definitely set this party off right\n(\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well\n)\n[Interlude: Kanye West]\nYes it will\nIt definitely will!\nYou know what I told her? [Verse 1: Kanye West]\nI told her to drive over in yo' new whip, bring some friends you cool with\nI'ma bring the cool whip, then I want you to strip\nSee, you is my new chick, so we get our grind on\nShe be grabbin', callin' me Biggie like Shyne home\nMan, I swear, she fine homes, why she always lyin' though?\nTellin' me them diamonds, when she know they rhinestones\nShe got a light-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson\nGot a dark-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson\nI played Ready for the World, she was ready for some action\nMy dog said you ain't no freak so you 'bout to prove my man wrong\nI'ma play this Vandross, you gon' take yo' pants off\nI'ma play this Gladys Knight, me and you gon' get right\n[Chorus: Jamie Foxx & \nLuther\n]\nShe said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross\nA little Anita will definitely set this party off right\n(\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, well well well well\n)\nShe said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition\nSome Minnie Riperton will definitely set this party off right\n(\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, well well well well\n)\n[Bridge: Jamie Foxx]\nSmokey Robinson, Smokey Robinson\nFreddie Jackson, everything, everything (Well, well, well, well)\nSmokey Robinson, Ashford & Simpson (Are you gonna be)\nSet the party, really set the party off right\nYes it will, yes it will (Well well well well)\nAl Green, oh! Al Green, oh yeah\nOooh\nWhatcha know about the Isley Brothers? [Interlude: Aisha Tyler & \nKanye West\n]\nNow, Kanye, I know I told you to slow it down, baby\nIt's good, it's all good, it's beautiful\nBut now I need you to do it faster, baby\nCan you please? Do it faster, baby, do it faster!\nDamn, baby, I can't do it that fast\nBut I know somebody who can, Twista!\n[Verse 2: Twista]\nGot you looking at the glist on my hands and wrist\nWhile I'm layin' back and smoking on my cannabis\nWhen it come to rockin' the rhythm like Marvin and Luther\nI can tell you ain't no messin' with Kan Man and Twist\nIn the Chi and I be sippin' Hennessy, play some R&B\nWhile I smoke a b, you can preferably find that I'm a G\nAnd all is (Well well well well)\nCome wit' me and sip on some Evelyn Champagne\nYou ain't know Twista could work it like the Whispers?\nHit the stop light, \nmove it to some Isleys\nRims still movin' so I bump a lil' Spinners\nWhile I'm smoking on a b, dippin' through the streets\nBumpin' R&B and I got the heat on the 23's\nAnd I do it (Well well well well)\nWit' my Earth in the Wind smoking Fire\nLet me get ya sheets wet listenin' to Keith Sweat\nPut you in a daze wit' Maze\nFulfilling our every temptation\nSlow jammin', havin' deep sex\nYou ready for the world girl, come on go wit' me\nI touch you all over your body baby don't say no to me\nAnd every moment be controlling me\nI'm lovin' the way you be holdin' me when I be listenin' to Jodeci\nAnd when I come over and bend ya ass\nYou be bumpin' Teddy Pendergrass\nI done hit it from the back, to the melody and rode it slow\nNow I got to go up in it fast, but I'ma finish last\nNo matter how much of a thug you see\nI still spit it like it's R&B, come to the club wit' me\nAnd when some Luther come on I hope you feelin' me\nAnd still will be in love wit' me, Chi ride [Chorus: Jamie Foxx & \nLuther\n]\nShe said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross\nA little Anita will definitely set this party off right\n(\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well\n)\nShe said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition\nSome Minnie Riperton will definitely set this party off right\n(\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well\n)\n[Bridge 2: Jamie Foxx & Tracie Spencer]\nSly and the Family Stone (Sly and the Family Stone)\nLet's get the party on (Let's get the party on)\nSly and the Family Stone (Sly and the Family Stone)\nLet's get our party on (Let's get our party on)\nEarth, Wind and Fire, baby (Earth, Wind and Fire, baby)\nLet's take it higher, sweetie (Let's take it higher, sweetie)\nLet's really set, let's really set this party off\n[Chorus: Jamie Foxx & \nLuther\n]\nShe said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross\nA little Anita will definitely set this party off right\n(\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well\n)\nShe said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition\nSome Minnie Riperton will definitely set this party off right\n(\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be\nAre you gonna be, are you gonna be, well, well, well, well\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called OMG (Demo) with the following description: This track is a remix of Camila Cabello’s “OMG.” The difference between the two tracks is that this one does not feature American rapper, Quavo He raps a verse and provides ad-libs in the original song. Quavo’s vocals in the post-choruses are changed to only interpolate Camila. The third verse in which Quavo raps is also completely removed.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nBaby, what'cha say?\nI ain't here to, I ain't here to conversate\nBaby, I don't play\nFrom Miami, causin' trouble in LA\nRowdy, Tennessee\nIf I don't send for you, best not come for me\nJordan, 23\nGuarantee you're gonna wanna leave with me\nI got that li-li-li-like\n[Chorus]\nPull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo\nYou cannot believe it when we come through\nMy God, you look good today\nWoo, my God, you look good today, yeah\nBack up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo\nWhen she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo\nWoo, my God, you look good today\nYou look good today, yeah\nOh my God\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh my God\nOh my God\nOh my God [Verse 2]\nIce cold like my drink\nLose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (Sip it, sip it)\nCyclone, make it spin\n'Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win\n[Bridge]\nYeah, I'm cut like a diamond, I'm cold (Cold, yeah)\n4 A.M., bloom like a rose\nGirls like the summer, we're gold, uh\nWe got that li-li-li-like\n[Chorus]\nPull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo\nYou cannot believe it when we come through (Yeah, yeah)\nMy God, you look good today\nWoo, my God, (My god), you look good today, yeah\nBack up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo\nWhen she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo\nWoo, my God, (My god), you look good today\nYou look good today, yeah\nOh my God\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh my God\nOh my God (yeah)\nOh my God [Interlude]\nMy god you look good today, yeah\nMy god you look good today, yeah\nMy god you look good today, yeah\nGuarantee you're gonna wanna leave with me\nI got that li-li-li-like\n[Chorus]\nPull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo\nYou cannot believe it when we come through\nMy God, you look good today\nWoo, my God, you look good today, yeah (Yeah, yeah)\nBack up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo\nWhen she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo\nWoo, my God, (My god), you look good today\nYou look good today, yeah\nOh my God" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Still Got It (Remix) with the following description: \nCheck out the original by Tyga here!\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nI feel good, I can't even sing but I'm gonna try\nSike\nMaybe you can call in sick\nBring it to the room and get all this dick\n[Verse 1: Futuristic]\nYo, I still got that voice that will make you go insane\nI've been thinking about you Frank Ocean Novacaine\nI get you wetter than the streets when it's pouring rain\nAnd we can stay home like high school on snowy days\nYou know the name if not, then that don't even matter\nI'm always on the run like I got a leaky bladder\nI'm the shit like fecal matter\nYou don't trust me, I wonder why, cause I'm a freaking rapper?\nRead the chapter baby don't ignore me\nOr watch the show when it's Boy Meets World, Topanga I'll be Cory\nI apologize if this seems kinda corny\nBut I got these teenage hormones, I'm kinda horny\nThat kind of stuff will probably make you wonder\nDo I like freaky girls like Gucci and get them in a hummer\nI probably do but just listen honey\nThat's probably true but just listen honey\n[Hook: Drake]\nI feel good, I got some time off girl it's been so long\nDid you have fun, cause I'ma need a cab just to get me home\nAnd maybe you can call in sick\nAnd bring it to the crib and get all this, all this\nI know, I know I'm blunt but how real is that\nYou want this feeling back, well you should know\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nAnd even though we let it go, it's better than you know\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nAnd even though we let it go, it's better than you know [Verse 2: Futuristic]\nYo, I still got all of these feelings I've been keeping\nNever showed emotion to these chicks that I was freaking\nI be missing you like every single weekend\nI know you got my voicemails, never kept it a secret\nAnd if you speechless let me tell you what it really is\nI'm a changed man, used to be a silly kid\nListen to the rumors, things I never really did\nAlways tell the truth, never fake, see I really [?]\nShit, I see you trying to do your own thing\nBut just tell me if you miss me too\nI wasn't ready for commitment back then\nBut now I'll let you tie me down, something like a tennis shoe\nAnd now I got bread I could grow, we can go do some things that we don't normally get to do\nSo got a thing for me, I'll let it [?] if you tell me that it isn't true\n[Hook: Drake]\nI feel good, I got some time off girl it's been so long\nDid you have fun, cause I'ma need a cab just to get me home\nAnd maybe you can call in sick\nAnd bring it to the crib and get all this, all this\nI know, I know I'm blunt but how real is that\nYou want this feeling back, well you should know\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nAnd even though we let it go, it's better than you know\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nAnd even though we let it go, it's better than you know\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nAnd even though we let it go, it's better than you know\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nI still got it for you, I still got it for you\nAnd even though we let it go, it's better than you know\nI still" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Scary Movies (Snippet) with the following description: Check out the description here.\nThis snippet only contains the hook, the second verse layed by Eminem and the outro. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Hook x2]\nY'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?\nRappers coming in with their team and carry toolies\nYou can jump right out of the screen and barely move me\nWe hard-hitting, directing and starring in it\n[Verse]\nThe one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon\nHop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstanding\nAny man planning to battle will get snatched outta his clothes\nSo fast it'll look like an invisible man standing\nI'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail\nBill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale\nCause any MC that chooses to go against me\nIs getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)\nCame home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed\nScreaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking outta my pant leg\nFuck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain\nYou should be anywhere that a mic ain't\nYou rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm throwing you\nDown a flight of steps then I'm throwing you back up them\nIf they don't like the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder\nThan getting hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on\nAnd any half-assed known rapper to trespass\nBetter be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch\nSo tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly\nI'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie\nI'm free-falling feet first out of a damn tree\nTo stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe\nAnd when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State Building\nAnd get to the last step and still have half left\n[Hook x2]\n[Outro]\nBad, the Bad (Uhh, when the Bad meets the Bad, yo)\nThe Evil (Take the Evil with the Evil)\nPut 'em together (What? Nine-nine)\nTwo times, Slim Shady, Royce da 5'9\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Wasted (Juicy J Demo) with the following description: This is an early version of Travis Scott and Juicy J’s “Wasted” recorded in early 2015. The track feels much more unfinished, lacking many of the vocal and instrumental effects found on the final. Notably, the track also features an alternate verse from Juicy J and lacks the Pimp C. sample found on the final release. It leaked online on December 24, 2019. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Travis Scott]\nWasted or nah?\n(\nAw, aw, yeah, aw\n)\n[Refrain: Travis Scott]\nAre you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?\n[Verse 1: Travis Scott]\nTake a sip, drowning in this shit\nCoppers on my hip, I hold my head\nI've been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head\nI ain't order it, I can't afford this shit\nGo to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with shit\nNow, it's pay up player, pay a nigga\nGotta day to day to stack and still I pay accounts\nTwenty racks to show just a little allowance\nOnly come to Houston if the boy allow it\nBow your head to a real one, coming down with them main niggas\nH-Town, don't play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit' us\nI've been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan\nLooking in the mirror like \"One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man\"\nOne skinny, tatted nigga, blunt flicker\nYoung La Flame, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yah\n[Interlude: Juicy J, \nTravis Scott\n]\nThere's a lot of motherfuckers that can't handle they liquor\nCan't handle these drugs\nWasted or nah?\nIt's only real niggas that can handle that shit, man\nWasted or nah?\nLeave that to them, leave that to us, yeah [Refrain: Juicy J, \nTravis Scott\n]\nSo, if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up?\nMake sure you stay on our level, 'cause we go up\nLet me see you up\nAre you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?\n[Verse 2: Juicy J]\nWake up and I'm on, smoke me some weed\nWake up my bitch, ho, get on your knees\nGet a taste of this life, drugs, liquor, pills and lean\nWith one of the realest, trillest mud niggas from the South than you've ever seen\nLegendary shit, I'm faded, I'm wasted, I'm still at it\nSleep walkin' through life, it ain't never panic\nIt's a blue dream that you can't imagine\nI've been through some shit that your life couldn't handle\nLike runnin' with the mob, I'm blessed\nI gotta thank God for the Mafia\nI'ma last, I'ma breathe, rob a nigga from the block with me\nFlyin' G5, sellin' yachts with me\n180 in a 'Rari 'til the squad get me\nHustlers never sleep 'til a box fit me\nIt's hard to stay sober with them THC\nThe hustle continues, now vibe with me\nThe hustle continues, get high with me\n[Refrain: Juicy J, \nTravis Scott\n]\nWasted or nah?\nWasted or nah?\nSo, if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up?\nMake sure you stay on our level, 'cause we go up\nLet me see you up\nAre you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Mob Ties with the following description: Helped by a piano sample taken from Nas' Mafioso-rap classic “Affirmative Action,” Drake claims “Mob Ties” and severs links with people who have betrayed him.\nSome of Drake’s OVO associates with criminal pasts include Baka Not Nice and the late Anthony “Fif” Soares. He also has a close relationship with Rap-a-Lot Records founder J. Prince, who was the subject of a 12-year criminal investigation by the DEA. Drake posted the following picture with the aforementioned J. Prince and his affiliates on Instagram on July 5, 2018 with the caption “Ties👔”:\n\nThe song seemed to originally feature Travis Scott, hinted in an Instagram post by La Flame himself from back in November 2017. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nAyy, sick of these niggas (Sick)\nSick of these niggas (Sick, sick)\nHire some help (Help), get rid of these niggas (Skrr)\nSick of this shit, move to the Ritz\nTurned out the bitch (Ayy)\nIt is what it is, yeah\nGLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast\n (Skrr)\nS Class, G Class, lotta class (Sss, sss)\nIn a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (Skrr, skrr)\nLouis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSick of these niggas (Sick)\nSick of these niggas (Sick, sick)\nHire some help (Help), get rid of these niggas (Grr)\nFuck what it was, it is what it is (What)\nWhatever you did, it is what it is\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'm so tired (tired)\nI fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)\nKnock you off to pay their tithes (Do doo)\nThey want me gone but don't know why\nIt's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit\nI'm your brother shit, all that other shit\nIt's too late for all that\nIt's too late for all that, ayy\nIt's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit\nI'm your brother shit, all that other shit\nIt's too late for all that, ayy\nIt's too late for all that [Post-Chorus]\nAyy, sick of these niggas\nI'm sick of these niggas\nHire some help, get rid of these niggas\nI'm not with the ra-ra\nI am a Dada\nMy bitch in Chanel now\nYour bitch in Escada\n (Sick, sick, sick, sick)\n[Verse 2]\nYeah, and they shook\nPlease don't let them fool ya, I don't care how they look (Nah)\nHeard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (Shh)\nTwenty-nine is comin', they on edge when I cook (Cook)\nLead the league in scorin', man, but look at my assists (Shh)\nYes I be with Future but I like to reminisce (Yeah)\nI do not forget a thing, I'm patient, it's a gift (yeah)\nTry to tell 'em they ain't got to do it, they insist (they insist)\nYeah, I can tell\nI just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (Two)\nStandin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail (Two)\nHeard you hit up so and so, that name don't ring a bell, nah\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSick of these niggas (Sick)\nHire some help, get rid of these niggas\nI'm sick of this shit (Sick, sick)\nI'm runnin' a blitz (Ayy)\nWhatever you did (Ayy), it is what it is [Chorus]\nAnd I'm so tired (Tired)\nI fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)\nKnock you off to pay their tithes (Do doo)\nThey want me gone but don't know why\nIt's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit\nI'm your brother shit, all that other shit\nIt's too late for all that\nIt's too late for all that, ayy\nIt's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit\nI'm your brother shit, all that other shit\nIt's too late for all that, ayy\nIt's too late for all that" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Come My Way with the following description: “Come My Way” is a dancehall-infused twerk track by up and coming rapper Lost God. An unfinished version of the track with just Chris and Sean leaked in May 2017 amidst ~50 other Chris Brown tracks under the assumed title of “Whine It.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nChris Brown\nLost God\nSean Kingston, what's up? Let's go\n[Verse 1: Sean Kingston]\nTell me what you on\nGirl, I'm tryna turn up\nYou can hear the song\nOoh, I see you whine\nI can't wait to love\nDancin' like a soldier\nTonight, I'ma do it how you like it\nOoh, I want you now\n[Pre-Chorus: Sean Kingston]\nI know you wanna come my way\nI see you, girl, don't you play\nYou ain't gotta leave, you can stay\nAll night (Hey!)\nI see you whinin', shawty (Huh), let me know, oh (Come on)\nSo hold me close and don't you let me go, no (Oh, hey)\n[Chorus: Sean Kingston]\nWhine it, whine it pon me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it on me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it pon me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it on me, yeah [Verse 2: Chris Brown]\nTell me what you like\nAnd baby, I'ma do it\nI see you came with all your friends\nBut they not movin'\nBut I'm gonna show them how\nHow much you need romance\nAnd baby, oh, say what you really need\nLet's be honest, ooh, girl (Woo)\n[Pre-Chorus: Sean Kingston]\nI know you wanna come my way\nI see you, girl, don't you play\nYou ain't gotta leave, you can stay\nAll night (Hey)\nI see you whinin', shawty (Huh), let me know, oh (Come on)\nSo hold me close and don't you let me go, no (Oh, hey)\n[Chorus: Sean Kingston]\nWhine it, whine it pon me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it on me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it pon me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it on me, yeah\n[Verse 3: Lost God]\nBad girl, take your time on me (On me)\nGot you, mean I got a hundred dimes on me (On me)\nI'm sayin', yeah, you should waste your time on me (On me)\nWhy not? He could run it up, and I could watch (And I could watch)\nAnd you should take it slow\nSlow, slow-slow-slow, oh yeah\nAnd you know just where to go\nGo, go-go-go-go, oh yeah (Woo) [Pre-Chorus: Sean Kingston, \nChris Brown\n]\nI know you wanna come my way (\nYeah\n)\nI see you, girl, don't you play (\nYeah\n)\nYou ain't gotta leave, you can stay (\nNo\n)\nAll night (Hey)\nI see you whinin', shawty (Huh), let me know, oh (Come on)\nSo hold me close and don't you let me go, no (Oh, hey)\n[Chorus: Sean Kingston]\nWhine it, whine it pon me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it on me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it pon me (Whine it pon)\nOh, whine it, whine it on me, yeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called My Dawg with the following description: Wayne teams up with HoodyBaby for a remix of Lil Baby’s 2017 song “My Dawg” originally produced by Quay Global.\nThe 14th track of Wayne’s Dedication 6 mixtape. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: HoodyBaby]\nThat's my dawg for sure\nThat's my dawg\nWe pullin' up in the Rolls\nMe and my dawg (Me and my dawg)\nTo get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes\nTo get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes\n[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]\nHoodyBaby really, really rich\nHoodyBaby pull up with the clique (hello)\nHoody crippin' rollin' with the six\nNow I'm in a 'Rari bumpin' Nip\nBlack and yellow bitches on my stick\nBlack and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz\nHustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP\n(Brrrrr, hello?)\nCollege bitch, tweakin' for my dick\nHit her college park like I'm Tit\nI want turkey pasta with the shrimp\nThat ain't have shit to do with this\n30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit\nJuice man, screamin' 32\nJuice man, screamin' 32\nO.J. know my number's 36\nDiamonds crip walkin' on my chest\nSent a package right to Bouldercrest\nI heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians\nYeah we politic, but fuck a politician\nYou be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]\nRun off with your bitch, she change her number\nRun into another bitch and fumble\nMoney talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel\nToo much shit on my mind, I need a plumber\nMade love to a whore and changed my number\nPull up on a boat like I'm Columbus\nTongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel\nPussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle\nWake up Sunday night and go to LIV\nA bitch back at the crib tryna live\nA pool in the back, I let her swim\nI give her phone back and let her film\nFree will like the goodwill\nShe real thick, waist real lil\nWeed real bright, it look teal\nCoke real white, it look clear\n0 to 100 to a mill\nFrom nothin' to somethin' to a big deal\nGot to keep it trill in the field\nI ain't Cash Money no more\nAnd I put some carats on my bitch's wrist\nPut some carats on my bitch's fist\nPut some carats in my bitch's ears\nI came fast money, let's go\nAnd my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real\nI just met some strippers on the strip\nFlew 'em to Miami, take a trip\nFlew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts\nThat's just how it is, is, is\nAin't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich\nI feel like satan, nigga lit\nDedication 6\n-\n6\n-\n6\nG-Wagon on six wheels\nThey in they feelin's, fuck how niggas feel\nCoke in the car, I'm in a snowmobile\nI'm sippin' that Evander Holyseal\nThis is that codeine overkill\nMy mud colder than Soldier Field\nIn love, but all these hoes is weird\nThese hair triggers, I might grow a beard\nBrazy, yeah, but you know the drill\nI'm way up there, you right over here\nHave you ever seen the light hit my grill?\nI stand there and smile in the mirror\nSnap my fingers, dollars appear\nOut of nowhere and I don't do L's\nAnd I married the mob when I was like twelve\nTurned out well, like Tom and Giselle\nAin't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin' checks\nI don't text 'cause that is finger sex\nThen I'm turnin' off my ringer next\nAirplane mode, no I'ma need a jet\nI'm dope, babe, I need a needle set\nChains rock it, can't see the neck\nPockets crowded like the Beatles set\nI drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that\nWhip milky, I'ma sip filthy\nI sip this shit just like it's healthy\nWho spilt it, wait my bitch guilty?\nUber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly\nSincerely, yeah it's yours truly\nCall me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi\nRockin' Louis while the pot brewin'\nWith a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey\nTold the straight hoes I'm taken\nTold the gay hoes I'm vacant\nTook some diamonds out her old bracelet\nPut 'em on the quotes in my statements\nI'm a born slanger, a born slanger\nOne more time, I'm a born slanger\nDraco like a volcano\nYou can fuck around and get your star spangled\nBarbaric, yeah your bitch starin'\nI look very good, good very\nIt ain't all about the werewolf\nIt's all about what the wolf wearin'\nYou a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb\nWe everywhere like the Marriott\nShots sprayed like Malaria\nHit your head like a Triceratops\nFor my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho\nYeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road\nHold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show\nBut to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Go All Night with the following description: Hit-Boy teams up with Travis Scott of his former label, G.O.O.D. Music, to make a brand new banger for the club.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced by Hit-Boy]\n[Intro]\nLast night turned into this mornin'\nWoke up and still had it zoomin'\nGoin' all night, goin' all night\nGoin' all night, goin' all night\nGoin' all night, goin' all night\nGoin' all night\n[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]\nOkay Remy on my throat\nTonight I'm bout to catch a case\nI got pre-rows in my spot\nAll your OGs know my way\nAhh your dash and my shit loud\nTell me what we bout to do?\nOnly here for one more night\nSo I'mma drink enough for two\n[Hook: Travis Scott]\nOkay, we can go all night, what?\nOkay, we can go all night, what?\nAll night, all night, all night\nNow we can go all night\nAll night, all night, all night\nOkay, we can go all night, all night [Verse 2: Hit-Boy & (Travis Scott)]\nMix the D'usse with the Ace\nWe switchin' up the pace\nWe gone get that change\nThat's mando day to day\nOrder up more hoes and ice\nI smoked my last of the night\nTell the hoes to bring that dank\nNow we right back in the game\nBout to do the job\nMovin' up the interstate\nShe doin' Vegas after hours\nShe just wanna stay up late\n(So won't you throw that ass around?)\n(This might be your lucky night)\n(All night, all night, all night, all night)\n(All night, all night, all night, all night)\n[Hook]\n[Outro: Hit-Boy & (Travis Scott)]\nI've been goin' for a week, I've been at it all day\nI can never get no sleep, (straight up)\nI can never get no sleep, I've been at it all day\nI've been goin' for a week, (straight up)\nI've been goin' for a week, I've been at it all day\nI can never get no sleep, (straight up)\nI can never get no sleep, I've been at it all day\nI've been goin' for a week, all night" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Trust Nobody with the following description: “Trust Nobody” is about keeping a sexual relationship lowkey. Tory, Selena, and Cashmere Cat are all pretty big stars, and if it was discovered any of them were dating or hooking up with someone, it would likely be publicized to a point where it would stress the relationship. As a result of this, none of them trust anyone to keep a relationship secret.\nThe song is the second single off Cashmere Cat’s upcoming debut album 9. It arrives after the lead single, “Wild Love” that featured The Weeknd and Francis and the Lights. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Selena Gomez]\nMmmm, hahaha\n[Chorus: Selena Gomez]\nI'ma tell you how I want it\nBaby, tell me how you need it\nHope you're good at keeping secrets\nSay you're good at keeping secrets\n'Cause you know I don't trust nobody\nI know you don't trust nobody\nSaid only I can touch your body\nSo baby you know, I know, you know, I don't\nYou know I don't trust nobody\nYou don't trust nobody\nSaid only I can touch your body\nYeah only I can touch your body\n'Cause only you know, I know, you know, I don't\nYou know I don't trust nobody\n[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]\nBaby, come through on a late night creep\nPull up on you like, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep (skrr, skrr)\nLying down know I'm in the back\nTinted windows sittin' in the back seat\nYou know I'm a freak right? (yeah, yeah)\nHit you on a free night (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nI know what you keep tight (yeah, yeah)\nYou don't wanna leave, right? (yeah, yeah. yeah)\nYou don't wanna stay a little late?\nI'll give you that tingle in your waist\nHit you when you need a little taste\nBetter watch my back [Chorus: Selena Gomez]\nI'ma tell you how I want it\nBaby, tell me how you need it\nHope you're good at keeping secrets\nSay you're good at keeping secrets\n'Cause you know I don't trust nobody\nI know you don't trust nobody\nSaid only I can touch your body\nSo baby you know, I know, you know, I don't\nYou know I don't trust nobody\nYou don't trust nobody\nSaid only I can touch your body\nYeah only I can touch your body\n'Cause only you know, I know, you know, I don't\nYou know I don't trust nobody\n[Verse 2: Tory Lanez + (Selena Gomez)]\nI pull up in that Jag, I'm not just anybody\nI'm tryna holla back, even though I know, you know\nI don't trust nobody, I don't trust nobody\nBut if I touch your body, we'll get right, right in your lobby\nCome on down, let's get down, I'm with the shit\nAre you down? 'Cause I'm down, when shit get lit\nAnd you got a body like Selena in them jeans (haha) I wanna hit\nI'm so open, gone and talk that shit [Interlude: Tory Lanez]\nYou must be somebody, 'cause I don't trust nobody\nBut if I touch your body, I might trust somebody, yeah\nYou must be somebody, 'cause I don't trust nobody\nBut if I touch your body, I might trust somebody, yeah\nYou must be somebody, 'cause I don't trust nobody\nBut if I touch your body, I might trust somebody, yeah\nYou must be somebody, 'cause I don't trust nobody\nBut if I touch your body, I might trust somebody, yeah\n[Chorus: Selena Gomez + (Tory Lanez)]\nI'ma tell you how I want it\n(How do you want it?)\nBaby, tell me how you need it\n(Just how I need it)\nHope you're good at keeping secrets\n(I'm good, I'm good)\nSay you're good at keeping secrets\n(I'm good, I'm good)\n'Cause you know I don't trust nobody\n(Oh)\nI know you don't trust nobody\n(I don't)\nSaid only I can touch your body\nSo baby you know, I know, you know, I don't\nYou know I don't trust nobody\n(I don't trust nobody)\nYou don't trust nobody\n(I don't trust nobody)\nSaid only I can touch your body\nYeah only I can touch your body\n'Cause only you know, I know, you know, I don't\nYou know I don't trust nobody [Outro: Selena Gomez]\nHahaha" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Throw It In The Bag (Remix) with the following description: This song samples a verse from The-Dream’s “Fancy”, from his ‘Love vs. Money’ album. The-Dream was featured on the original version of this song, and after both Dream’s Fancy and this remix, Drake used the same theme to make his song “Fancy”, with T.I. and Swizz Beatz for his debut album ‘Thank Me Later’.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: The-Dream]\nY'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe\nGot no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes\nAll we do is shop until we drop\nAll-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop\n(Just throw it in the bag, bag)\nY'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe\nGot no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes\nAll we do is shop until we drop\nAll-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop\n(Just throw it in the bag, bag)\n[Fabolous: talking over Chorus]\nYou know we had to go shopping one more time, right?\nI think we forget somethin, haha, haha\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\nI said if you gettin money, if you gettin money\nIf you gettin money, just throw it in the bag\n[Verse 1: Fabolous]\nIt's Mr. \"Throw It In The Bag\", I just throw it in the bag\nI don't know how much it cost but I know this bitch is bad\nWalk up to that register like I ain't know it had a tag\nI'm no liar I don't front, I'm a buy her what she want\nCause your queen 'posed to get what she desire, what she want\nIf my lady like to eat, then I'm a buy her restaurants\nAnd she such a boss bitch, she can hire who she want\nShe can help me blow this green, she the fire to my blunt\nYou can try her if you want, bet it's gon' cost you\nBags with the G's, jeans with the horseshoe\nShe can go to work or chill like a boss do\nThat nigga ain't ya nigga unless he endorse you\nThey sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin\nI say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine\nYou niggas ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine\nMy Player Card's approved, you niggas declined, NICEEE!! [Chorus: The-Dream]\nY'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe\nGot no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes\nAll we do is shop until we drop\nAll-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop\n(Just throw it in the bag, bag)\nY'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe\nGot no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes\nAll we do is shop until we drop\nAll-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop\n(Just throw it in the bag, bag)\n[Break - Fabolous - talking over Hook]\nIf you gettin money, if you gettin money\nIf you gettin money, just throw it in the bag\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\nI said if you gettin money, if you gettin money\nIf you gettin money, just throw it in the bag\n[Verse 2: Drake]\nWell alright\nLoso, and Drizzy baby\nUh uh, we up in Barneys goin dumb again\nEvery time we leave the manager say \"come again\"\nHonestly she's probably old enough to be my mama friend\nShe just want that feeling back, I make her feel young again\nIf her card declined, you need to check that shit and run again\nThey don't give you limits when you keep that money comin in\nYeah, just fold some paper around the magnet\nAs soon as it approve you can throw it in the bag\nShe mature to say the least\nAnd if I get a car then she make sure to pay the lease\nShe used to have a husband 'til she found out that he cheats\nAnd then she filed for divorce and watch her bank account increase\nShe got a condo with a view, a house with a pool\nHer son is 26 but he just went away to school\nShe always show me pictures of him, tell me that's her baby\nI hope that I never meet him, that nigga look craaaaazy\nAnd I be spendin all my lady chips\nShe got me feeling like my daddy back in '86\nYeah, she say she lucky that she his\nNo, I'm lucky that you mine baby, you know what it isssss [Chorus: The-Dream]\nY'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe\nGot no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes\nAll we do is shop until we drop\nAll-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop\n(Just throw it in the bag, bag)\nY'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe\nGot no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes\nAll we do is shop until we drop\nAll-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop\n(Just throw it in the bag, bag)\n[Break]\n[Verse 3: Fabolous]\nShorty so nice, I don't mean polite\nWhen I say nice, I mean lookin right\nAnd you can't put a price on something lookin right\nIf they ask how much, tell em what it's lookin like\nEverything I buy fly, it's like I'm bookin flights\nIf I want it, I'm a get it, that should not be tooken light\nAnd that's on everything I got a crazy lady\nSo Money Ain't A Thang Jay-Z, J.D\nLike Jay-Z's lady, it's Beyoncein\nSupportin your women goes beyond payin\nWatchin me ball is like LeBRON playin\nI'm in the Louie shoes you might see KanYe in\nThey sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin\nI say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine\nYou niggas ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine\nMy Player Card's approved, you niggas declined, NICEEE!! [Chorus: The-Dream]\nY'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe\nGot no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes\nAll we do is shop until we drop\nAll-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop\n(Just throw it in the bag, bag)\nY'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe\nGot no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes\nAll we do is shop until we drop\nAll-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop\n(Just throw it in the bag, bag)\n[Break]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called All I Want with the following description: “All I Want” was originally leaked online on March 20th 2016, featuring a verse from Meek Mill and the chorus and bridge by Chris Brown. A new version of the track found its way online on September 24th 2018, including new verses from Rick Ross, Meek, and Chris. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Meek Mill, \nRick Ross\n, \nChris Brown\n]\nI want more, I want more, I want more, I want more\nI want more, I want more, I want more, I want more (\nIt's the biggest\n)\nYeah, niggas be seein’ me stuntin', know I'm gettin’ all these dollars\n (\nBreezy, Breezy and the boss\n)\nI want more, I want more, I want more, I want more (Uh)\nI want more, I want more, I want more, I want more (\nYoung Renzel\n)\nNiggas be seein' me stuntin', know I got all these—\n (All I, all I need)\n[Chorus: Chris Brown, \nRick Ross\n]\nDamn, look what you started (\nLet's see what's goin' on\n)\nWe done turned my crib into an after party (\nI love this, I love this\n)\nAnd all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey (\nWoo\n)\nIs put my hands on your body, just roll up with you\nAll I want is you (\nCoco\n), all I want is you, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah\n, \nuh\n, \nI need you, ah\n)\nAll a nigga want is you, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah\n, \nuh\n, \nI need you, ah\n)\nLiquor got me stuck, babe (\nAh, ah, ah, ah\n)\nSo, baby, tell me what you want to do, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you\n)\n[Verse 1: Rick Ross]\nLate night, I creep through the DM\nI put new feet on the BM\nShe lipgloss up when she see 'em\nFuck from the club 'til the PM\nWant a boss, well, you got it\nLivin’ room like a lobby\nGot bitches jumpin’ on couches\nThat's when them things start to poppin’ (Woo)\nNew Edition to Bobby (Huh)\nNo red carpet credentials (Uh)\nThat Balmain dress show her nipples\nThat twenty million I triple\nJust ripped the top off the 'Rari\nBiggest talk at the party (Boss)\nYour credit cards get declined (Boss)\nBut on your timeline, you're ballin' (Boss)\nAll the bartenders is strippers\nKnow the real hustle niggas\nSo in the back of the club\nWe throw the dubs and the fifties, we boss [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nDamn, look what you started\nWe done turned my crib into an after party\nAnd all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey\nIs put my hands on your body, just roll up with you (\nMaybach Music\n)\nAll I want is you, all I want is you, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, I need you, ah\n)\nAll a nigga want is you, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, I need you, ah\n)\nLiquor got me stuck, babe (\nAh, ah, ah, ah\n)\nSo, baby, tell me what you want to do, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you\n)\n[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nOh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (\nI need you\n)\n[Verse 2: Meek Mill]\nHold up, hold up\nShe was from the Eastside, where you wanna be side\n(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)\nNever, ever, ever made love on a G5\n(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)\nGood on top with the head like a freestyle\n(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)\nShe gon’ have a nigga bring sand to the beachside (Woo!)\nWe fly, we buy, we drop the Phan', see why\nThe sand looks sweet like honey in the beehive, through it back, Eli (Eli)\n'Cause she said she love this D, and I say I love that bod' (I do!)\nI think she in love with me 'cause that watch aboard, it say \"love o'clock\" (Huh!)\nI want more, I want more, if you want, I'm on tour\nWe go to Paris to go to the store\nShe was on paper, it wasn't at all\nWe fall in love and we wasn't for sure like [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nDamn, look what you started\nWe done turned my crib into an after party\nAnd all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey\nIs put my hands on your body, just roll up with you\nAll I want is you, all I want is you, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, I need you, ah\n)\nAll a nigga want is you, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, I need you, ah\n)\nLiquor got me stuck, babe (\nAh, ah, ah, ah\n)\nSo, baby, tell me what you want to do, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you\n)\n[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nOh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (\nI need you\n)\n[Verse 3: Chris Brown]\nHa, it's bad bitches all over me\nPound-for-pound for that loud shit\nAnd these broke hoes wanna smoke for free\nA hunnid grand, they don't understand how I do it\nGold fashion, bitches call me the sheik\nPrivate jets, a nigga fuckin' the stewardess\nAnd flew on some bitches, that's when I pass 'em to me\nHa, ayy, girl, look what you done started\nWe the reason everybody came to fuckin' party\nAnd don't be actin' stupid 'cause that booty so retarded\nIf a nigga had time, then a nigga would have bought it\nI'm too turnt up, I never say I'm sorry\nMy car go vroom, it's a devil in my 'Rari\nGuns in the shovel for the dearly departed\nI been a motherfuckin' rebel from the minute I started, yeah [Bridge: Chris Brown, \nMeek Mill\n]\nI know that you fake niggas ain't real (Ha, \nain't real\n)\nThat's why we take your girls and make money, make money (\nGet money\n)\nA double cup and a whole bag of them pills (Why?)\nI hear them on the pole and they shake somethin', shake somethin' (Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, let's get it)\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nDamn, look what you started\nWe done turned my crib into an after party\nAnd all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do, hey\nIs put my hands on your body, just roll up with you\nAll I want is you, all I want is you, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, I need you, ah\n)\nAll a nigga want is you, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, I need you, ah\n)\nLiquor got me stuck, babe (\nAh, ah, ah, ah\n)\nSo, baby, tell me what you want to do, yeah (\nAh, ah, ah, ah, all I, all I need is you\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Sucia (Talibán Original) with the following description: “Sucia”, más conocida como “Talibán” o “Rifle Talibán” es una canción en español del artista Lil Pump que nunca fue lanzada oficialmente a las plataformas de streaming.\nEsta canción se mostró por primera vez en una historia de Instagram en febrero de 2020 por el artista, donde solo enseñó 10 segundos de la canción. Más tarde, a principios de junio de 2023, el artista mostró una gran parte de la canción en un directo de TikTok junto a más artistas. Poco después, a finales de ese mismo mes, el artista enseñó la canción completa en otro directo de TikTok.\nEl 5 de septiembre de 2023, el artista, junto a Fariana anunciaron el remix oficial de esta canción, “Talibán”.\n\n[ENG]\n“Sucia,” better known as “Talibán” or “Rifle Talibán,” is a Spanish song by artist Lil Pump that was never officially released on streaming platforms.\nThis song was first showcased in an Instagram story in February 2020 by the artist, where he only played 10 seconds of the song. Later, in early June 2023, the artist showcased a significant portion of the song in a TikTok livestream with other artists. Shortly after, towards the end of that same month, the artist revealed the complete song in another TikTok livestream.\nOn September 5, 2023, the artist, along with Fariana, announced the official remix of this song, titled “Talibán”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Letra de \"Sucia\"]\n¡La letra completa estará disponible pronto!\n[Adelanto]\n[Intro]\nUh, Lil Pump\nToto, toto, toto, toto\n (Prr)\nToto, toto, toto, toto\n[Pre-Coro]\nTengo un rifle talibán (\nToto, toto\n; uh)\nQue dispara y hace \"tan-tán\" (\nToto, toto\n; prr)\nPa' romperte to' ese to-to-to-to-to\nPa' romperte to' ese to-to-to-to-to (Uh, jajaja)\n[Coro]\nMe gusta si ere' sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia (Ey)\nMe gusta si ere' sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia (Prr, prr)\nMe gusta si ere' sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia (Uh, yeah)\nMe gusta si ere' sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia (Uh; uh, uh)\n[Refrán]\nSúbelo, que la música le gusta (Uh, uh)\nY en la calle me busca (Prr, prr)\nMe lo chupa como hookah (Pum, pum, pum)\nSúbelo (Uh, uh), que la música a ella le gusta (Yeah)\nY en la calle ella me busca (Prr, prr)\nMe lo chupa como hookah [Verso]\nFumando marihuana (Prr), cuando me da la gana (Gana)\nTodo' los día' con los pana'-na'-na'-na'-na'\nHago lo que me dé la gana-na-na-na-na\nYo 'toy burlao, -lao-lao\nFumando por to's la'os, -lao'-lao'\nTodo' los día' con los pana'-na'-na'-na'-na'\nHago lo que me dé la gana, na-na-na-na\n[Coro]\nMe gusta si ere' sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia (Ey)\nMe gusta si ere' sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia (Prr, prr)\nMe gusta si ere' sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia (Uh, yeah)\nMe gusta si ere' sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia, sucia (Uh; uh, uh)\n[Post-Coro]\nTengo un rifle talibán (Huh?)\nQue dispara y hace \"tan-tán\" (Prr)\nPa' romperte to' ese to-to-to-to-to\nPa' romperte to' ese to-to-to-to-to (Uh, jajaja)\n[Refrán]\nSúbelo, que la música le gusta (Uh, uh)\nY en la calle me busca (Prr, prr)\nMe lo chupa como hookah (Pum, pum, pum)\nSúbelo (Uh, uh), que la música a ella le gusta (Yeah)\nY en la calle ella me busca (Prr, prr)\nMe lo chupa como hookah [Outro]\n(Prr)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Paradise (Extended) with the following description: “Paradise” is one of the four songs released September 12, 2014, through Sean’s website uknowbigsean.com. The release came after Sean announced signing to Jay Z’s Roc Nation management.\nThe song is featured on Mike WiLL Made It’s Ransom mixtape. An extended version of the track appears on Dark Sky Paradise.\nOfficial video:\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ui1JiOZ1zp4 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYeah\nEar Drummers\n, yeah, yeah\nUh-huh\nMike WiLL—Mike WiLL\n[Chorus]\nI always wanted to stunt so hard (Yeah,) I always wanted to ride that whip (Always)\nI always wanted to fuck that bitch (I always,) thank you, God, I fucked that bitch (God)\nI always wanted to live this life (Life,) I always wanted to wear that ice (All this ice)\nI always wanted paradise, I always wanted paradise, look\n[Post-Chorus]\nNow it don't take a lot to make you rich (To make you rich)\nI'm addicted to a lot of crazy shit (I'm addicted to a lot of crazy shit)\nBut I feel like money is the best drug (Best drug)\nSometimes hate can be the best love\n[Verse 1]\nWalkin' in like I got cameras on me, niggas can't control me, ain't no handles on me\nShit don't get out of hand, it get handled, homie\n, \ngot a pretty young girl, look like Janet on me (Word)\nShe a pretty penny and she know I'm doing numbers ‘til we crash up the whole database (Word)\nI bring it home like I'm base to base to base (Yeah,)\n \ncloset lookin' like Planet of the Bathing Apes (Yeah)\nWhat you think this life just landed on me? My whole city look like it's abandoned, homie\nAnd we came straight out of those abandoned homes (Yeah,) every wish we ever had got granted, homie\nAnd I'll never take that shit for granted even when the marble floor and counter top is all granite\nBack before I got paid any advances, back when my rollie was ticking, no dancing\nNigga, never did I slip or I panic, even if I was the captain of Titanic\nRiding through the north Atlantic, homie, I never jumped crew or abandoned, homie\nAll the fruits of my labor organic, homie\n, \nmaking sure my family tree got hammocks on it\nAnd a good guy can change, 'specially if he short-changed\n, \nso fuck is my ransom, homie? [Pre-Chorus]\nMoney bag, money bag, money bag\nMoney bag, money bag, money bag (Yeah)\nMoney bag, money bag, money bag\nMoney bag, money bag, money bag (Yeah, yeah)\n[Chorus]\nI always wanted to stunt so hard (Yeah,) I always wanted to ride that whip (Always)\nI always wanted to fuck that bitch (I always,) thank you, God, I fucked that bitch (God)\nI always wanted to live this life (Life,) I always wanted to wear that ice (All this ice)\nI always wanted paradise, I always wanted paradise (Always wanted paradise)\n[Interlude]\n(Uh-huh) Straight up\nFinally Famous, nigga (Yeah)\nEar Drummers\nOh damn, damn\nMike WiLL—Mike WiLL\n[Verse 2]\nAw damn, I'm illuminated, man, I knew I’d make it and I get that shit accumulatin’ (Accumulatin’)\nNever throwing money out, I boomerang it, finally famous over everything, that's a numerator\n, weed lit, yeah, it's luminated\nRoom lookin' like it's fumigated, bitch, my crew invaded, when I walk in, man, they body to body\nHol' up everybody, don't worry, man, I got it, I got it, I need a hundred dollar bill, photocopy the email and copy\nMan, I'm going hard all season, these hoes goin' both ways, offense, defense\nLivin' life on the deep end, F-F allegiance, beat the odds and got even\nWhat you think, that we just started, nigga? Boy, the sword just got sharpened, nigga\nThis ain't war, we just sparring, nigga, \nI was on the rooftop with my nigga Mike Carson, nigga\nShootin' that \"Too Fake\" video\n, \nmy nigga, we all in, we set ourselves apart from all our apartments\nWas up in Florida, no Marlins, nigga\n, \nI'm that Sean, no Marlon, nigga, uh\nLook at my girl nigga, fuck yo' bae list, fuck yo' night list, fuck yo' day list, fuck yo' playlist\nI'm from the D, fuck your A-list\n, \nI been working eight days a week, I don't even know what the fuck today is\nI hit the booth and I just went Super Saiyan\n, \nI run with the purp like I play with the Ravens\nThese bitches rant and rave\n, \nI hope I never have to go back watching Everybody Loves Raymond\nEating ramen, nigga, this paradise\n, \nlife's a fucking paradox and pair of dice\nIf they not rolling with you, then they parasites, nigga\n, \nI had that vision, it was ClearSight, nigga, Sean Don" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Looking for Trouble with the following description: Another GOOD Friday release with verses from Kanye West, Pusha T, CyHi The Prynce, Big Sean and J. Cole.\nThe song samples Steel Pulse’s “Blues Dance Raid”, which is the same song sampled for “Bubble Music” by Cam'ron off his 2004 album Purple Haze.\nThis song could be regarded as subliminal shots against the Dipset crew for going after Kanye in their freestyle “Toast,” which used the “Runaway” beat.\nThis is GOOD Music’s first collaboration with Roc Nation artist J. Cole, apparently done just days after a fan asked Kanye when such a collaboration would happen. The song also appears as a bonus track on J. Cole’s third mixtape entitled Friday Night Lights. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Pusha T & \nKanye West\n]\nRe-Up Gang Pusha\nMúsica bubble\nNot looking for trouble\nLooking for trouble, trouble, trouble\nBut you found it, motherfucker\nSome shekels fe I shenks\nYes!\nJust a burn up de lamb’s bread\n[Verse 1: Pusha T]\nAll I see is black roses, drug dealer poses\nShoveling that devil’s angel up they noses\nNever let jail turn my Shyne into Moses\nCouldn’t cleanse my soul with them Civil Rights hoses\nPanoramic roof, under glass like a coaster\nBackseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur\nKélian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her\nPhoto-op is priceless, frame our wanted posters\nThe audacity, war brings casualty\nBitch, have my son before I face that tragedy\nUgh, I order hits, she orders mahi\nR.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse, gone!\n[Interlude: Kanye West]\nMúsica bubble\nNot looking for trouble\nLooking for trouble, trouble, trouble\nBut you found it, motherfucker\nSome shekels fe I shenks\nYeah, yeah\nJust a burn up de lamb’s bread [Verse 2: Kanye West]\nI miss the misogyny, bad bitches massagin' me\nSometimes, we lowered our standards at the colleges\nSo please don’t judge me, ugh, for the following:\nFat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling\nTake off that Givenchy and let’s get raunchy\nI'll have your face looking all Captain Crunch-y\nThe devil stay testing\n'Cause when you chase the pussy, it’s a sin\nBut if it falls in your lap, it’s a blessin'\nSoon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing\nFrench, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive\nHedi Slimane leathers...\n[Interlude: CyHi the Prynce]\nCyHi!\nYeah!\n[Verse 3: CyHi the Prynce]\nBoy, we lookin’ for trouble\nMaybe if we wasn’t Black, then we wouldn’t have struggled\nPlayer, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle\nThey cook and I smuggle, got 20 pounds of kush in the duffle\nSo I’m running through them circles, boy, I’m lookin like Knuckles\nLook at my knuckles, got the hook in, ’cause niggas was looking\nI’ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog, I’m good for a scuffle\nDon’t be mad I whooped your ass 'cause I’ve tooken a couple\nFeds asking niggas questions, but I wouldn’t rebuttal\n'Cause I’m Jake Gyllenhaal, I’m in the hood with the bubble\nWith a tall model broad like I took her from Russell\nDidn’t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle\nHuh, royal flush, so kiss my royal nuts\nAin’t nothing silver-spooned, I came from the soil, bruh\nBut now, I’m eatin’ off of Raffaello Gold\nExquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes\nBut don’t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows\n'Cause all my Titos got bricks like the yellow road [Interlude: Big Sean & \nKanye West\n]\nG.O.O.D.! I do it\nMúsica bubble\nNot looking for trouble\nB-I-G, Sean Don, nigga\nLooking for trouble, trouble, trouble\nBut you found it, motherfucker\nSome shekels fe I shenks\nBitch! I'm in...\nJust a burn up de lamb’s bread\n[Verse 4: Big Sean]\n... That no-smoke sec', rolling motherfucking ounces\nMarijuana mountains, drinks you’re not pronouncing\nThree chains on, I don’t need no bouncers\nNothing less than a G stashed in my trousers (Boy)\nNew double Ds smashed in her blouses\nFuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (Houses)\nMy nigga, we rent houses\nSo many wedding rings lost in them couches\nI’m just a Westside lover\nI leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber\nThis is showtime, showtime, boy, I hope you set the DVR\nStacking money face to face, this shit look like CPR\n‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne\nSo now I’m snappin’ like yo ass just finished the poem\nDoes he sound like 'Ye, Jay or Drizzy Drake? (Drizzy Drake)\nMeanwhile I’m chillin’ with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain’t\nConsider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime\nA killer before the crime, a B.I.G. before the dying\nGreet me with a middle finger when you see me\nIt’s cool 'cause I can’t see yo ass from this side of the TV, motherfucker! [Verse 5: J. Cole]\nHey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one\nWhat you now hear is puttin’ fear in all the older ones\nDownplayed me to downgrade me like they don’t notice him\nYour shoes too big to fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em\nFucking hoes while teachin' niggas to hold your sons\nThis the rap Moses—scratch that, Mary and Joseph’s son\nHigh as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun\nNever say I’m better than Hov, but I’m the closest one\nHeard you lookin’ for trouble, what, I’m 'sposed to run?\nYour bitch invited me inside her, ain’t I 'sposed to come?\nGot niggas that’ll blow your tee off, put a hole in one\nNow you outside of Heaven’s gate, frontin’ like you know someone\nTalking hard, but y’all still ain’t push me\nThey say you are what you eat, and I still ain’t pussy\nHmm, fuck it, everybody can get it\nWhen you’re this hot, everybody’s a critic\nBut when you’re this high, everybody’s a midget\nAll this mean-mugging from niggas that mean nothing\nCould it be my position is one that you dreamed of?\nWent from quarter to broke to half-past-rich\nWith my badass bitch\nAnd you don’t want no problems, on some math class shit\nSo check the young genius out\nFuck the world, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout\nI thought that real shit is what you been fiending ’bout\nWhat you been praying for? What you been screaming ’bout?\nIronic, you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming 'bout" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Crowded Room with the following description: “Crowded Room“ is the ninth track on Selena Gomez’s 3rd studio album, “Rare“.\nOn the sanguine-like track, her and Atlanta raised rapper 6LACK talk about their special connection toward each other, even in a “crowded room“.\nA snippet of the track, as well as a snippet of a demo sung by co-writer Bebe Rexha, leaked in November 2019. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Selena Gomez]\nBaby, it's just me and you\nBaby, it's just me and you\nJust us two\nEven in a crowded room\nBaby, it's just me and you, yeah\n[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]\nIt started polite, out on thin ice\n'Til you came over to break it\nI threw you a line and you were mine\nYeah, I was afraid, but you made it safe\nI guess that is our combination\nSaid you feel lost, well, so do I\n[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]\nSo won't you call me in the morning?\nI think that you should call me in the morning\nIf you feel the same 'cause\n[Chorus: Selena Gomez]\nBaby, it's just me and you\nBaby, it's just me and you\nJust us two\nEven in a crowded room\nBaby, it's just me and you, yeah\nBaby, it's just me and you\nBaby, it's just me and you\nJust us two\nEven in a crowded room\nBaby, it's just me and you, yeah [Verse 2: Selena Gomez]\nEngulfed in the flames, engulfed in the shame\nBetrayed by your imagination\nIn over my head, but that's alright\n[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]\nSo won't you call me in the morning?\nI think that you should call me in the morning\nIf you feel the same 'cause\n[Chorus: Selena Gomez]\nBaby, it's just me and you\nBaby, it's just me and you\nJust us two\nEven in a crowded room\nBaby, it's just me and you, yeah\nBaby, it's just me and you\nBaby, it's just me and you\nJust us two\nEven in a crowded room (Oh)\nBaby, it's just me and you\n[Bridge]\nThe world keeps on spinning, but I ain't dizzy yet, yeah\nThe more that you give, give, give, give, the more that you get [Verse 3: 6LACK]\nIt's just us two in the crowd, we feel alone\nI turn every chair that you sit in into a throne\nNot too many of 'em put it down like me\nI say it humbly, but they don't wear the crown like me\nIt's all in your eyes, locked, loaded, we were rolling\nYou make the whole room feel slow-motion\nYou make me feel like I'm drowning in a potion\nClosed off, tryna get a little open\nThe more that I give, the more that I get\nSo baby, I'ma call you in the AM\nYou're down for my love, honey, say when\nI be waitin' on my time 'cause I'm patient\n[Chorus: Selena Gomez]\nBaby, it's just me and you\nBaby, it's just me and you\nJust us two\nEven in a crowded room\nBaby, it's just me and you, yeah\nBaby, it's just me and you\nBaby, it's just me and you\nJust us two\nEven in a crowded room\nBaby, it's just me and you, yeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Modern Day with the following description: On the long awaited track “Modern Day”, the Migos reunite with frequent collaborator and hit-producer Murda Beatz for a hard-hitting and bar-heavy record.\nThis song was first teased by Quavo in an Instagram post on October 5, 2020, which gave fans a sneak peak of the music video and the beginning of the song. Offset later previewed his verse on March 20, 2021, in an Instagram post of his own, only a day after Saweetie and Quavo had both revealed to the public they had broken up as a couple. Offset’s verse began trending online in mere hours and as a result successfully took away some of the online attention from Quavo’s breakup situation. The music video for the song was subsequently released on June 11, 2021, the same day as the album’s release. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\n(\nM-M-M-Murda\n)\n[Verse 1: Quavo]\nYeah (Suu)\nLet's take a modern day stroll (Woah)\nThis is the modern day, hoe\nLast time I checked, we were runnin' the globe (Go)\nI'm 'bout to go fingerfold\nTwo knock two times, it's a brick at the door (Two time)\nSomebody blowin' up lil' mama phone (Brrt)\nLil' nigga just come get your hoe (Brrt, brrt)\nI'm talking Patek on the wrist (Ooh)\nBaguette go and dance on a bitch ('Guettes)\nYou know that bitch too thick (Yeah)\nYou can't even see the pants on that bitch (Bad)\nThe way that we spinnin' (Yeah)\nSpinnin' in hellcats, goin' Taz on a kit (Spin)\nShe wanna pop a G6 (Pop)\nShe suckin' on dick until six (Yeah, еugh)\nI make a movie, I'm going Michael Bay (Yеah)\nHuncho the sensei ('Cho)\nThe way that I'm moving, we going motorcade\nMove the tactical way (Tactical)\nI need the backend this way (Ooh, backend)\nSomebody packin' this way (Packin')\nShe get to clappin' that way (Ooh, dat way)\nYou don't got the answers like Sway\n (Yeah, Sway)\nFuck it, I'm coolin' (Woo)\nI'm in the coupe with the top and I'm wavin' a coolant (Wavin')\nSwitch and go doolie (Yeah)\nWith a bad bitch and I play with her mind and her coochie (Coochie)\nI'm still Ratta-toolie (Ooh, woo)\nI got a pipe that's so big it look like Chattahoochee\n (Whip)\nWe not the Fugees\n (Yeah)\nI'll go foolie if a nigga try to Three Stooge us (Uh) [Chorus: Quavo & \nTakeoff\n]\nBreak a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (Yeah, brick)\nBreak a bitch down, nigga, break a bitch down, nigga (Yeah, bitch)\nWord around town, nigga, heard your ass get around, nigga (\nHeard\n)\nGet the fuck from 'round nigga, you ain't even from the town, nigga (Yeah, \nTakeoff\n)\n[Verse 2: Takeoff & \nQuavo\n]\nWhere the fuck he came from? (Where?)\nWhen she see the Don she givin' me some\nThe 'Rari came red like a plum (Red)\nThe streets like the sound\nI gotta ride with a drum, keep smoke in my lungs (Smoke)\nArabian bitch in the passenger seat\nLike she got a illegal bomb (Bomb)\nBaguette, the charm, \nrainbow, Daytona\nI Lucky Charm the arm (Charm)\nThat bitch is borin', oh, that's your main?\nCome get her, can't help it, she gone\nCount up a bag but know we ain't tourin'\nIf it ain't my money, I think it's annoyin'\nPop me a Perc' (Perc') with a cup full of purp' (Purp')\nWhen I hop in the 'vert with no key and I storm (Skrrt)\nBB the belt and I VV the arm (BB)\nHop on the P-J, go visit the farm (Phew)\nIndoor and outdoor, whatever you want\nPut that lil' boy 'cause my money grown\nI know some niggas got rich off of zones (Rich off of zones)\nMade double digits off Apple iPhones (Brrt)\nThrow that shit on, I get fly like a drone\nPut dick in her once, she won't leave me alone (Leave)\nKapital bones, the wallet is chrome\nThey say that the opp' been lovin' the song\nEat up the dab when they come around\nAnd then go and put everything we got on\nIf I got a plate, you know that he ate\nI'm too blessed and one thing I can't do is hate (Nah)\nI like what you what you doin', just humble yourself\nAnd know we the ones that opened the gate (Open the gate, \nuh\n) [Chorus: Quavo, \nTakeoff\n & \nOffset\n]\nBreak a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (Yeah, brick)\nBreak a bitch down, nigga, break a bitch down, nigga (Yeah, bitch)\nWord around town, nigga, heard your ass get around, nigga (\nHey\n)\nGet the fuck from 'round nigga (\nWoo, woo, woo\n), you ain't even from the town, nigga (Yeah, \nOffset\n)\n[Verse 3: Offset]\nBig body Urus\n (Big body), fast and the furious (Vyoom)\nGrippin' my MAC, watch the rear of the mirror (Who dat?)\nBaguettes on my neck, on the Lear', I'm superior (Lear')\nTwo-fifty each ear, what you say? I can't hear (Huh?)\nShoot dices, my prices, they lower than Sears (Low)\nShe ride the dick, speed it up by the gear (Go)\nDropped out of school 'cause I didn't wanna hear (Nah)\nI was thinkin' 'bout makin' a M every period (Yessir)\nGot my shit out the block (Block)\nSeventeen, hot, tryna plot on the guap (Hey)\nFuck that bitch, I had to go and get a knot (Knot)\nI was on the block, ain't knowin' 'bout a yacht (Who?)\nStick in my crotch, Audemars watch (Bah)\nBurberry shots, I was curvin' a thot (Curve)\nGot baby KK a Birkin, why not? (KK)\nBought a AK, fell in love when I shot (AK)\nWe beat 'em in dough (What else?), we beat 'em in hoes (What else?)\nWe beat 'em in clothes (What else?), we beat 'em in Lambos on the road (What else?)\nHold up my wrist, it got rocks like Hov (Hov)\nThese boys are my kids, don't talk no more (Shh)\nI'm stuffin' dick in the back of this hoe (Huh)\nMy Rollie got Skittles, you taste the rainbow (Skittles)\nKick down the door, lay 'em down, Kurtis Blow (God)\nCop on the low, in the Nawf, it don't go (Nah)\nBad, but bitch ain't got nothin' to give (Shawty bad)\nI'm the dad in this industry, I got some kids (Dad)\nShe wanna fuck me, I know, I can see it (I can see it)\nJust for some clout, niggas jump off a bridge (Clout)\nI had the drop on the opp' and we slid (Drop)\nI don't be gamblin', my dawg, that's the wig (Wig)\nMake the money eight ways, I'm a squid\n (Eight ways)\nHe tellin', he yellin', he work with the pigs (Woo) [Chorus: Quavo & \nTakeoff\n]\nBreak a brick down, nigga, break a brick down, nigga (Yeah, brick)\nBreak a bitch down, nigga, break a bitch down, nigga (Yeah, bitch)\nWord around town, nigga, heard your ass get around, nigga (\nHey\n)\nGet the fuck from 'round nigga, you ain't even from the town, nigga (Yeah)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Here Comes the Sun with the following description: “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles is featured in Tina in the Sky with Diamonds, the second episode of Season Five. It is sung by Dani (Demi Lovato) and Santana (Naya Rivera).\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[DANI]\nHere comes the sun, do-do'n do-doo\nHere comes the sun and I say it's all right, mm\n[SANTANA]\nLittle darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter\nLittle darling, it feels like years since it's been here\n[DANI & SANTANA, (SANTANA)]\nHere comes the sun, do-do'n do-doo\nHere comes the sun (And I say) it's all right (Ahh)\n[DANI, (DANI & SANTANA)]\nDadadada, dadadada, dadadada, dadadada dadadada (Ahh)\n(Little darling) The smiles returning to their faces\n(Little darling) It seems like years since it's been here\n[DANI & SANTANA, (DANI), {SANTANA}]\nHere comes the sun, do-do'n do-doo\nHere comes the sun (And I say) it's all right {Ahh}\n[DANI]\nDadadada, dadadada, dadadada, dadadada dadadada\n[DANI & SANTANA, (DANI)]\nYeah, yeah, yeah...\nSun, sun, sun, here it comes (Mm)\nSun, sun, sun, here it comes (Ohh)\nSun, sun, sun, here it comes [DANI & (SANTANA), {DANI & SANTANA}]\nOh (Oh), oh oh oh (Oh), oh oh oh, oh oh {Oh}\n[DANI & SANTANA, (DANI), {SANTANA}]\nLittle darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting\nLittle darling, it seems like years since it's been clear (Yeah)\nBut here comes the sun, do-do'n do-doo\nHere comes the sun {And I say} it's all right\n[DANI & (SANTANA)]\nDadadada, dadadada, dadadada, dadadada dadadada (Ohh)\n[DANI & SANTANA, (SANTANA)]\nHere comes the sun, do-do'n do-doo\nHere comes the sun (And I say) it's all right\n[DANI & (SANTANA)]\nDadadada, dadadada, dadadada, dadadada dadadada (Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom)\n[DANI & SANTANA]\nIt's all right\n[DANI & (SANTANA)]\nDadadada, dadadada, dadadada, dadadada dadadada (Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom)\n[DANI & SANTANA]\nSun, sun, sun, here it comes" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Girl You Lost to Cocaine with the following description: “The Girl You Lost to Cocaine” (often abbreviated as “The Girl You Lost”) is track #5 on Sia’s fourth studio album Some People Have Real Problems.\nSia said that although Some People Have Real Problems was an easy album to write for, “The Girl You Lost” took longer to pen than the other tracks. She explained:\nIt’s like a bath. It’s a big bath. I can sit down with my friends and play three chords or whatever or we’ll hunt around and find the right three chords. Then they’ll tell me what the song’s about. Usually a sentence or a feeling will come or I can even just say to the person I’m with to tell me what it’s about and give me a theme. Then eight minutes later, there it is. ‘Academia’ took eight minutes. ‘Little Black Sandals’ was five minutes. Then there are other songs that might take longer. ‘The Girl You Lost to Cocaine’ took a bit longer, but I don’t remember why. I think I listened to it too much. It’s different every time, but usually if it’s a good one, it’s like a bath.\"\nA remix by Dutch DJ Sander van Doorn reached the Top 20 of the Netherlands charts. Van Doorn told UK dance DJ Dave Pearce how he came to work with Sia:\nI got a promo from her with the Stonebridge remix and liked the track so much that I signed it to my label Doorn records for the BeNeLux. I also decided to do my own remix and that’s how it came about!\"\nThe official music video was directed by Kris Moyes, who also directed the “Clap Your Hands” video.\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_0ulNpvrRU Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI've stuck around through thick and through thin\nYou cannot deny I've always been in\nBut I've watched you stand still as a snowman\nBut I don't see you change, you're always at meltdown\nYeah, I've been your crutch, your smell, sight, and touch\nYeah, I took you home when you've drunk too much\nBut I can't survive with you by my side\nSee, I'll never get laid while I'm running your life\n[Chorus]\nNo, \"I just don't wanna\", so I'm walking away\nThere is nothing that you can do, I will not stay\nNo, I don't need drama, so I'm walking away\nYeah, I am a girl with a lot on her plate\n[Verse 2]\nSo just cut me loose, learn to tie your shoes\nThere's somebody here, I'd like to introduce\nSo look in the mirror, look for the glass\nCause you're not my problem, you are my last\n[Chorus]\nNo, \"I just don't wanna\", so I'm walking away\nThere is nothing that you can do, I will not stay\nNo, \"I don't need drama\", so I'm walking away\nYeah, I am a girl with a lot on her plate\nNo, \"I just don't wanna\", so I'm walking away\nThere is nothing that you can do, I will not stay\nNo, \"I don't need drama\", so I'm walking away\nYeah, I am a girl with a lot on her plate\nNo, \"I just don't wanna\", so I'm walking away\nThere is nothing that you can do, I will not stay\nNo, I'm not your mama, so I'm walking away\nSee, I'm just a girl that you lost to cocaine" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called FreakNic with the following description: FreakNic is Mila J’s lead single from her mixtape ‘The Waiting Game’.\n\nThe song was released on june 10 via mila j’s soundcloud page. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Mila J & \nFuture\n]\nCan't wait to get, can't wait to get\nCan't wait to hit it\nFreak me, freak me\nCan't wait to\nEvery freaking day, every freaking night\nI wanna freak your body all freaking night\nFreak me, freak me, freak me, freak me, freak me, freak me\n[Verse 1: Mila J]\nYou got me hooked on everything that you do\nI swear to god it wouldn't be good if I weren't doing it with you\nYou see me off up in the club, you know that I came with my crew\nWe got so drunk, we don't even know where we at, we know we true\nWe true to cut, we true to the sex, we true to the love that we knew\nYou know we come, we cum together baby, that's how we screw, how we screw\nI wanna talk in your ear baby\nI wanna sex you ever day this year baby\nI wanna do you like I knew you in another life\nI wanna take you on a journey to enjoy the sites\nI'll dedicate it to your body baby\n[Hook: \nFuture\n & Mila J]\nEvery freaking day, every freaking night\nI wanna freak your body all freaking night\nEvery freaking night and every freaking day\nI wanna freak you baby in every freaking way\nCan't wait to get you on tonight, tonight baby\nEvery freaking day, every freaking night\nI wanna freak your body all freaking night [Verse 2: Future]\nI've been so into you since I bumped into you\nI've been so into you since I got into you\nRemember the night when we first took our flight\nAnd we went to the islands and dropped on a yacht\nI first hit the spot and I'm making you hot and I [?]\nI'm fucking, I'm talking, you know you gon' like it, you know you gon' like it\n(I like you baby, yeah)\nYou say he be kinky, you know I get freaky\nI lick on the kitty and I hit it, I hit it, I can't get enough of you babe\n[Hook: \nFuture\n & Mila J]\nEvery freaking day, every freaking night\nI wanna freak your body all freaking night\nEvery freaking night and every freaking day\nI wanna freak you baby in every freaking way\n[Bridge: Mila J & \nFuture\n]\nCan't wait to get, \nI wanna love you right now\nCan't, can't, \nand if you need another round\nCan't wait to get, \nif you get got on me, baby I'm down\nCan't wait to get, \nMakin' this love in the club, then we fuckin' right after the club\nCan't wait to get you on tonight, tonight baby\n[Partial-Hook: Future]\nEvery freaking day, every freaking night\nI wanna freak your body [Outro: Future]\nI swear to God it wouldn't be good If I weren't doing it with you\nThey see me off up in the club, they know we come with our crew\nWe got so drunk, we don't even know where we at, we know we true\nWe true to club, we true to the sex, we true to the love that we knew\nYou know we come, we cum together baby, that's how we screw\nI'm singing licking on my baby, love the way that you move\nI know your type, I hold you tight, I wanna make sure you knew\nI change your mama pictures, she was even better [?]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Back to Back with the following description: “Back to Back” is the second of Drake’s responses to Meek Mill following his allegations of ghostwriting in July 2015, via a now-deleted tweet:\n\nThe title refers to the second diss track in a week (it came just four days after Drake dissed Meek Mill on “Charged Up”), as well as The Toronto Blue Jays winning back to back championships.\nTrue to his word, Drake performed the song live at OVO Fest accompanied by fan-made memes that dissed Meek Mill, a move taken straight from the Jay Z playbook. This is widely considered as the point where Drake won the beef.\nThe song cover shows Joe Carter, of Drake’s hometown team the Toronto Blue Jays, after he hit the winning home run from the 1993 World Series against Meek’s hometown team, the Philadelphia Phillies. The Blue Jays won the year before in 1992, earning “back to back” titles. Carter went to twitter to personally thank Drake for using his picture as cover art.\nThe release date of this track was no mistake, as the Phillies and Blue Jays faced off that same night (July 29th, 2015) on Sportsnet. Poetically, the Blue Jays came out on top, 8-2.\n\nAfter Meek’s response track “Wanna Know” was released, Drake prepared a third diss track entitled “3Peat”, and played it at his OVOFest headlining show. However, the diss was never released in full.\n“Back To Back” was nominated in the “Best Rap Performance” category at the 2016 Grammy Awards, the first diss track to do so.\nIn an interview on October 28, 2016, Meek Mill finally revealed what he thought about the track, stating:\nI ain’t think it was no shit that people was gonna be like, ‘you got killed.’ I thought it was hot. Like when we shoot at niggas, you gotta shoot a nigga through the heart. When you wake up in the mirror, you looking in the mirror, you hearing what the nigga told you, some shit about yourself that you can’t even deal with. That’s how we battle where we come from. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nOh man\nOh man, oh man\nNot again\n[Verse 1]\nYeah\nI learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me\nBack to back for the niggas that didn't get the message\nBack to back, like I'm on the cover of Lethal Weapon\nBack to back, like I'm Jordan '96, '97\nWoah—very important and very pretentious\nWhen I look back, I might be mad that I gave this attention\nYeah, but it's weighin' heavy on my conscience\nYeah, and fuck, you left The Boy no options\nI wanna see my niggas go insane\nYou gon' make me step out of my fuckin' frame\nYou gon' make me buy bottles for Charlamagne\nYou gon' make me go out of my fuckin' way\nI waited four days, nigga, where y'all at?\nI drove here in the Wraith, playin' AR-AB\nI'm not sure what it was that really made y'all mad\nBut I guess this is what I gotta do to make y'all rap\nI mean woah, can't fool the city, man, they know what's up\nSecond floor at Tootsies, gettin' shoulder rubs\nThis for y'all that think that I don't write enough\nThey just mad 'cause I got the Midas touch\nYou love her, then you gotta give the world to her\nIs that a world tour or your girl's tour?\nI know that you gotta be a thug for her\nThis ain't what she meant when she told you to open up more\nYeah, trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers\nYeah, you gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga\nI'm not the type of nigga that'll type to niggas\nAnd shout to all my boss bitches wifin' niggas\nMake sure you hit him with the prenup\nThen tell that man to ease up\nI did another one, I did another one\nYou still ain't did shit about the other one [Chorus]\nI got the drink in me, going back to back\nYeah, going back to back\nI got the drink in me, going back to back\nYeah, I'm going back to back\n[Verse 2]\nI don't wanna hear about this ever again\nNot even when she tell him that they better as friends\nNot even when you saying, \"Drizzy, tell 'em again!\"\nI been puttin' on a show, it was a sell-out event\nOh, you need better seatin'\nI didn't wanna do it, gave me every reason\nThe point I'm tryin' to make is I don't ever need 'em\nSeen what you'd do for fame, what would you do for freedom?\nPlease, check 'em for a wire or a earpiece\nPlease, please do not let these niggas near me\nPlease, think before you come for the great one\nPlease, who's a real nigga and who ain't one?\nPlease, somebody stop me\nI'm talkin' boasy and gwanin wassy\nI got the fest in five days and it's my shit\nSoon as a nigga hit the stage, they gon'\n[Chorus]\nThey gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back\nYeah, they want it back to back\nThey gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back\nI took a break from \nViews\n, now it's back to that, nigga (Six)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Money with the following description: On “Money,” Cardi B reflects on the successes she has experienced over the past year and being a mother. It’s her first solo release since April 2018’s Invasion of Privacy.\nCardi originally announced that the song would be released midday on October 25, 2018, but surprise-released it two days earlier on the 23rd, due to a leak. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nLook, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real\nI ride on his dick in some big tall heels\nBig fat checks, big large bills\nFront, I'll flip like ten cartwheels\nCold ass bitch, I give broads chills\nTen different looks and my looks all kill\nI kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills\nHe eat in the car, that's meals on wheels\n (Woo)\n[Chorus]\nI was born to flex (Yes)\nDiamonds on my neck\nI like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)\nBut nothing in this world that I like more than checks (\nMoney\n)\nAll I really wanna see is the (\nMoney\n)\nI don't really need the D, I need the (\nMoney\n)\nAll a bad bitch need is the (\nMoney flow\n)\nI got bands in the coupe (Coupe)\nBustin' out the roof\nI got bands in the coupe (Coupe)\nTouch me, I'll shoot (Bow)\nShake a lil ass (\nMoney\n)\nGet a little bag and take it to the store (Store, \nmoney\n)\nGet a little cash (\nMoney\n)\nShake it real fast and get a little more (\nMoney\n)\nI got bands in the coupe (Coupe)\nBustin' out the roof\nI got bands in the coupe (Brrr)\nBustin' out the roof (Cardi) [Verse 2]\nI gotta fly, I need a jet, shit\nI need room for my legs\nI got a baby, I need some money, yeah\nI need cheese for my egg\nAll y'all bitches in trouble\nBring brass knuckles to the scuffle\nI heard that Cardi went pop\nYeah, I did go pop (Pop)\nThat's me bustin' they bubble\nI'm Dasani with the drip\nBaby mommy with the clip\nWalk out Follie's with a bitch\nBring a thottie to the whip\nIf she fine or she thick, goddamn\nWalkin' past the mirror, ooh\nDamn, I'm fine (Fine)\nLet a bitch try me, boom (Boom)\nHammer time, uh\n[Chorus]\nI was born to flex (Yes)\nDiamonds on my neck\nI like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)\nBut nothing in this world that I like more than checks (\nMoney\n)\nAll I really wanna see is the (\nMoney\n)\nI don't really need the D, I need the (\nMoney\n)\nAll a bad bitch need is the (\nMoney flow\n)\nI got bands in the coupe (Coupe)\nBustin' out the roof\nI got bands in the coupe (Coupe)\nTouch me, I'll shoot (Bow)\nShake a lil ass (\nMoney\n)\nGet a little bag and take it to the store (Store, \nmoney\n)\nGet a little cash (\nMoney\n)\nShake it real fast and get a little more (\nMoney\n)\nI got bands in the coupe (Coupe)\nBustin' out the roof\nI got bands in the coupe (Brrr)\nTouch me, I'll shoot (Bow) [Verse 3]\nBitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)\nBitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)\nYou know who pop the most shit? (Who?)\nThe people whose shit not together (Okay)\nYou'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)\nAll my pajamas is leather (Uh)\nBitch, I will black on your ass (Yeah)\nWakanda forever\nSweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun\nRollie a one of one, come get your mommy some\nCardi at the tip-top, bitch\nKiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Mwah)\nJump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)\nMake that nigga put down 2K\nI like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ\nHe gonna eat this ass like soufflé\n[Chorus]\nI was born to flex, diamonds on my neck\nI like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex\nBut nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture\n(Kulture, Kulture, Kulture)\nAll I really wanna see is the (\nMoney\n)\nI don't really need the D, I need the (\nMoney\n)\nAll a bad bitch need is the\nK.K.C (Woo) [Outro]\n(\nMoney\n)\nMoney\n(\nMoney\n)\n(\nMoney\n)\n(\nMoney\n)\n(\nMoney\n)\n(\nMoney\n)\n(\nMoney\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Wildcat with the following description: A track that didn’t make it onto X. In this song Chris sings about two of his favorite things – women and weed. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\n(\nDrumma Boy\n)\n[Verse 1]\nAn ounce of love is all I need to fly with an angel\nWhile the dealers die for it\nThe kush burn like bullets, both 'em chasin' the green\nI'm chiefin', seein'\nDime after dime, girl, I need that strong shit\nThat top of the line, you know that sticky, icky wrong shit (Oh-oh)\nYou know that I might be your type, pretty young thing\nBaby, just try this, I got all the flavors, got you fiendin'\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh-oh, girl, I got you warmin' up, so take off your clothes (Oh)\nAnd we can do it anywhere, come on, girl, let's go (Oh)\nHallucinatin', this hit will make you see a ghost (Oh)\nYou're mine, it's alright\nYou said that you ain't smoke in a while, baby\nSo we gon' fuck and I'ma roll up\nIt's gettin' loud, girl, we off that loud, girl\nBaby, I'ma work you out, girl, work you out, girl\nI love you, Mary Jane\n[Chorus]\nI'ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher\nLet me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I'm fuckin' with ya\nI'ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture\nI'ma go slower and slower (Yeah), we're so high, you flyin', babe (Yeah)\nI'ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)\nI-I-I'ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Lick it)\nI'ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)\nI-I-I'ma break you down (Lick it), we're so high, you're flyin', babe (Yeah) [Verse 2]\nYou so high, you flyin', baby\nSmoke that shit, better give me a light\nMy private jet, red-eye, baby\nGive it to you good, beat it up\nYour pussy is a crybaby\nDon't stop, take it to the head, yeah, yeah\nAnd I'm puttin' in work, that nine-to-five, baby\nComin' 'round, you smokin' brown\nLet me bust that Swisher wide, baby\nThat white girl, them white papers\nLet's roll up, roll up\nI'm off that green, she off that molly\nI need a bottle of water\nAnd everythin' good, the kitty cat smilin'\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh-oh, girl, I got you warmin' up (Up), so take off your clothes (Oh)\nAnd we can do it anywhere, come on, girl, let's go (Oh)\nHallucinatin', this hit will make you see a ghost (Oh)\nYou're mine, it's alright\nYou said that you ain't smoke in a while, baby\nSo we gon' fuck and I'ma roll up\nIt's gettin' loud, girl, we off that loud, girl\nBaby, I'ma work you out, girl, work you out, girl\nI love you, Mary Jane [Chorus]\nI'ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher\nLet me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I'm fuckin' with ya\nI'ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture\nI'ma go slower and slower (Yeah), we're so high, you flyin', babe (Yeah)\nI'ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it, lick you, oh)\nI-I-I'ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Lick it, oh-oh)\nI'ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Woah, lick it)\nI-I-I'ma break you down (Hahaha, lick it, look), we're so high, you're flyin', babe (Okay, yeah)\n[Verse 3]\nHol' up, I'm 'bout to roll up\nI got a pint, gon' mix it with the Sprite, let me pour up\nHell of a night, hundred million dollar yacht\nNever paid for the pussy, but after, this you gon' owe us\nSea s-s-sick on the dick, but don't throw up\nBr-Br-Break it down, bend you over\nOHB, I'm off the THC\nI guarantee that bitch nigga won't show up\nI-I-I'ma make the bed bounce, bounce\nGive it to you Loc style, we gon' pull up at Snoop house\nSmoke it by the ounce, ounce\nA nigga be too high, now you starstruck, kinda fucked\nI'ma go H.A.M. when I'm in it\nI-I-I throw a hunnid bands when I'm winnin'\nWhat you sayin'? It's a limit?\nShe on my shoulder, gettin' closer, now she a chain smoker [Chorus]\nI'ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Yeah)\nLet me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I'm fuckin' with ya\nI'ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture\nI'ma go slower and slower (Yeah), we're so high, you flyin', babe (Yeah)\nI'ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)\nI-I-I'ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Lick it)\nI'ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)\nI-I-I'ma break you down (Lick it), we're so high, you're flyin', baby (Yeah)\n[Outro]\nAh, yeah, boy (Haha)\nAh, yeah (Ah, yeah)\nAh, yeah, boy\nAh, yeah (Ah, yeah)\nAh, yeah, boy\nAh, yeah (Ah, yeah)\nAh, yeah, boy" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Curtains Up (Skit) with the following description: Perhaps a reenacting of what happens after the picture shown for the cover art of the album, this intro skit is the official beginning of the three theater themed Eminem projects: The Eminem Show, Encore, and Curtain Call.\nFor the intro to Encore, Eminem would have a second skit of the same title. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Curtains open, followed by immediate applause of a crowd. Ominous piano music begins to play as curtains continue to roll back. Footsteps approach the mic, causing it to give off feedback. Eminem taps the mic, then clears his throat.]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The A Team with the following description: “The A Team” was a song originally sung by Ed Sheeran and made a cover in the concert Live in London by Birdy.\nCover\n\nOriginal version\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p856dtR4mms Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "White lips, pale face\nBreathing in snowflakes\nBurnt lungs, sour taste\nLight's gone, day's end\nStruggling to pay rent\nLong nights, strange men\nAnd they say\nShe's in the class A team\nStuck in her daydream\nBeen this way since 18\nBut lately her face seems\nSlowly sinking, wasting\nCrumbling like pastries\nAnd they scream\nThe worst things in life come free to us\nCause we're just under the upper hand\nAnd go mad for a couple of grams\nAnd she don't want to go outside tonight\nAnd in a pipe she flies to the Motherland\nOr sells love to another man\nIt's too cold outside\nFor angels to fly\nAngels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat\nTried to swim, stay afloat\nDry house, wet clothes\nLoose change, bank notes\nWeary-eyed, dry throat\nCool girl, no phone\nAnd they say\nShe's in the class A team\nStuck in her daydream\nBeen this way since 18\nBut lately her face seems\nSlowly sinking, wasting\nCrumbling like pastries\nAnd they scream\nThe worst things in life come free to us\nCause we're just under the upper hand\nAnd go mad for a couple of grams\nAnd she don't want to go outside tonight\nAnd in a pipe she flies to the Motherland\nOr sells love to another man\nIt's too cold outside\nFor angels to fly\nFor angels to fly Ooh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\nAnd they say\nShe's in the class A team\nStuck in her daydream\nBeen this way since 18\nBut lately her face seems\nSlowly sinking, wasting\nCrumbling like pastries\nAnd they scream\nThe worst things in life come free to us\nCause we're just under the upper hand\nAnd go mad for a couple of grams\nBut she don't want to go outside tonight\nAnd in a pipe we fly to the Motherland\nOr sells love to another man\nIt's too cold outside\nFor angels to fly\nFor angels to fly\nTo fly\nFor angels to die" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Gifted with the following description: From L.A. based producers Squeak E. Clean and DJ Zegon, “Gifted” is the Tenth single and 4th release and sees Kanye on good form and Santigold and Lykke Li provide and eerie Hook and Santigold gives a great second verse. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Kanye West]\nI'm known for running my mouth\nI will not be accountable for what comes out, uh\nI dunno, I might have said it\nI was kinda gone and light-headed\nAnd my jacket kinda fresh, bright red\nAnd as usual, my pants tight-threaded\nIt seem like everybody dress tight now\nAnd I just want my credit\nDon't get it, twisted, or dreaded\nI am the king and will not be headed\nTo the morgue no time soon, brethren\nBeing broke made my head hurt\nSo I need the bread or an Excedrin\nThat'll only get my engine revving\nWhile y'all on 10, I'm on 11\nI'mma make the news, be on at 7\nMatter fact, I'm on this very second\nI'm in first and y'all in second\nAnd this verse only add to the freshness\nCall to the club, tell them add to the guest list\nWhat you think? Way more bitches?\nI can never be too big for my britches\nY'all motherfuckers know who this is\nI'm gifted\nMerry Christmas\nMerry Christmas [Chorus: Lykke Li & Santigold]\nI'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes\nWhatever comes, I write it down\nSo knock me out and shoot me down\nWith mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time\n[Verse 2: Santigold]\nYou don't know my mind\nLike I've said a thousand times\nI gotta stay ahead\nKnow what I'm fighting for\nI'll leave you to your talk\nNever seen my kind before\nAnd you're all so thick-headed\nFollow and I know I let it\nPart of me won't let me quit\nWon't let me just not say shit\nSo much is there to be bored with\nCan't be still, I can't afford it\nTry to hold it in, but it makes me sick\nSo I spit it up, say to hell with it\nI dream it and I build it tall\nMake a way for when you fall\n[Chorus: Lykke Li & Santigold]\nI'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes\nWhatever comes, I write it down\nSo knock me out and shoot me down\nWith mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time [Instrumental Break]\n[Chorus: Lykke Li & Santigold]\nI'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes\nWhatever comes, I write it down\nSo knock me out and shoot me down\nWith mics in hand, we'll stand against the\nI'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes\nWhatever comes, I write it down\nSo knock me out and shoot me down\nWith mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called On The College Dropout’s 10-Year Anniversary with the following description: Tweets posted by https://twitter.com/kanyewest on Feb. 10, 2014, for the 10 year anniversary of his debut album “College Dropout”Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ten years ago today we finally released what had been my life's work up to that point: The College Dropout\nI say \"finally\" because it was a long road, a constant struggle, and a true labor of love\nTo not only convince my peers and the public that I could be an artist, but to actually get that art out for the world to hear\nI am extremely grateful to each and every person along that road who helped, lent an ear, lent their voice\nGave of their heart to that project, and to all the projects that followed, and are to come\nI am honored and humbled by my fans, for the unwavering support and love over the past ten years\nI wake up every day trying to give something back to you that you can rock to and be proud of\nTen years later I am still the same kid from Chicago, still dreaming out loud, still banging on the door\nThe doors may be heavier, but I promise you WE WILL BREAK THEM" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called This is How We Do with the following description: “This Is How We Do” is a record for those who throw the night away. It’s an ode to having a good time.\n…Definitely not to be confused with The Game’s track, “How We Do” (featuring 50 Cent, where they “make a move and act a fool while [they’re] up in the club.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nThis is how we do\nThis is how we do\n (Oh-oh)\n[Verse 1]\nSipping on Rosé\nSilver Lake sun coming up all lazy (\nThis is how we do\n)\nSlow cooking pancakes for my boy\nStill up, still fresh as a daisy (Oh-oh)\nPlaying ping pong all night long\nEverything's all neon and hazy (\nThis is how we do\n)\nChanel this, Chanel that, hell yeah\nAll my girls vintage Chanel, baby (Oh-oh)\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIt's no big deal\nIt's no big deal\nIt's no big deal\nThis is no big deal\n[Chorus]\nThis is how we do, yeah\nChilling, laid-back, straight stunting, yeah, we do it like that\nThis is how we do, do-do-do-do\nThis is how we do\nThis is how we do, yeah\nChilling, laid-back, straight stunting, yeah, we do it like that\nThis is how we do, do-do-do-do\nThis is how we do (Oh-oh) [Verse 2]\nBig hoops and maroon lips\nMy clique hopping in my Maserati (\nThis is how we\n)\nSanta Barbara-chic at La Super Rica\nGrabbing tacos, checking out hotties (Oh-oh)\nNow we talkin' astrology\nGetting our nails did all Japanese-y (\nThis is how we do\n)\nDay drinking at the Wildcat\nSucking real bad at Mariah Carey-oke (Oh-oh)\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIt's no big deal\nIt's no big deal (\nUh-uh\n)\nIt's no big deal\nThis is no big deal\n[Chorus]\nThis is how we do, yeah\nChilling, laid-back, straight stunting, yeah, we do it like that\nThis is how we do, do-do-do-do\nThis is how we do\nThis is how we do, yeah\nChilling, laid-back, straight stunting, yeah, we do it like that\nThis is how we do, do-do-do-do\nThis is how we do [Bridge]\nYo, this one goes out to the ladies at breakfast, in last night's dress\nUh-huh, I see you (\nIt's how we do, straight stunting like that, uh-huh\n)\nYo, this goes out to all you kids that still have their cars at the club valet\nAnd it's Tuesday (\nIt's how we do, straight stunting like that, uh-huh\n)\nYo, shoutout to all you kids buying bottle service with your rent money\nRespect! (\nIt's how we do, straight, yeah\n)\n[Chorus]\nThis is how we do, yeah\nChilling, laid-back, straight stunting, yeah, we do it like that\nThis is how we do, do-do-do-do\nThis is how we do\nThis is how we do, yeah\nChilling, laid-back, straight stunting, yeah, we do it like that\nThis is how we do, do-do-do-do (Hey, oh)\nThis is how we do (Woo!)\n[Breakdown]\n(\nThis is how we do\n)\nThis goes out to all you people going to bed with a ten and waking up with a two\n(\nThis is how we do\n)\n(\nIt's how we do, straight stunting like that, uh-huh\n) Ha, not me\n[Chorus]\nThis is how we do, yeah\nChilling, laid-back, straight stunting, yeah, we do it like that\nThis is how we do, do-do-do-do (\nIt's how we do, straight stunting like that\n)\nWhat? Wait\nNo, no, no, no, bring the beat back (Oh-oh)\nThat's right\nThis is how we do\nUh-oh\nThis is how we do\nUh-oh" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Body with the following description: “Body” appears on Glowie’s debut EP, Where I Belong, released on October 26, 2018. The track focuses on a message about body positivity.\nAll these ideas coming from TV and magazines about what beauty is are so wrong. I just want to remind people that this is not real life, and that it doesn’t matter what size and shape you are, you are beautiful the way you are. Unfortunately as humans, we compare ourselves to one another a lot and that’s just not healthy in any way, this is not a competition, this is real life and you’ll be much happier if you spend it embracing your own beauty instead of spending it constantly changing yourself to what is ‘in fashion,’“ says Glowie to Wonderland Magazine. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nB-O-D-Y (Ahhh)\nB-O-D-Y (Yeah)\n[Verse 1]\nI’ve seen it on the internet\nI’ve seen it in my DM's\nI’ve seen it in a late text\nThat’s a fuckin' body, uh\nI’ve spied it with my little eye\nSomethin' that could change me\nBetter than a day dream\nThat’s a fuckin' body, yeah\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOoooh, experience it for myself\nDoooo you think that we could work this out?\nOoooh, experience it for myself\nAre you up? Whatcha doing right now?\n'Cause\n[Chorus]\nThat’s a fuckin' body\nThat’s a fuckin' body\nThat’s a fuckin' body\nAnd I really wanna get to know it\nThat’s a fuckin' body\nThat’s a fuckin' body, yeah\nDo you got somebody?\n'Cause I really wanna get to know it [Verse 2]\nThe way the lines make a V\nMark the spot for the thing I need\nBaby, I just want the keys\n'Cause that’s a fuckin' body, yeah\nI hope that this behavior is admissible\n'Cause I know you know that this is all consensual\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOoooh, experience it for myself\nDoooo you think that we could work this out?\n'Cause\n[Chorus]\nThat’s a fuckin' body\nThat’s a fuckin' body\nThat’s a fuckin' body\nAnd I really wanna get to know it\nThat’s a fuckin' body (Yeah)\nThat’s a fuckin' body, yeah\nDo you got somebody?\n'Cause I really wanna get to know it\n[Bridge]\nAnd I can’t seem to focus on any, anythin' else\nThe only thing I notice is the way you carry yourself\nI can’t seem to focus on any, anythin' else (No)\nAre you up? Whatcha doing right now?\n'Cause– [Chorus]\nThat’s a fuckin' body (Woo!)\nThat’s a fuckin' body (Ah)\nThat’s a fuckin' body (Uh)\nAnd I really wanna get to know it (Get to know it)\nThat’s a fuckin' body (Ooh)\nThat’s a fuckin' body, yeah\nDo you got somebody?\n'Cause I really wanna get to know it\n[Outro]\nAnd I can’t seem to focus\n(Ooh, experience it for myself)\nThat’s a fuckin' body\nThat’s a fuckin' body\n(Do you think that we could work this out?)\nAnd I really wanna get to know it\nI can’t seem to focus\n(Ooh, experience it for myself)\nThat’s a fuckin' body, yeah\nDo you got somebody?\n(Do you think that we could work this out?)\n'Cause I really wanna get to know it" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Waiting Up with the following description: Unexpected collab from Riz & Drizzy Drake produced by in house producer for Drake, Noah ‘40’ Shebib Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\n*Phone ringing*\nYou have reached, you have reached\nThe mailbox, mailbox\n[Verse 1: Drake]\nI know there’s other people that you talk to\nBut I just hate getting any proof shown to me, shown to me\nI know there’s other places that you could go but\nI'd just really love it if you made it home to me, home to me\nYeah, young girl, you love life\nSame birthday as Pac, thug life\nGemini, I understand why ya uptight\n'Cause once you give away the pussy, then you’re fucked right?\nYeah, I wonder if I should call you\nBut then again you never call me\nAnd I’m just looking at my phone girl\nAnd the last three messages are all me\nDamn, that’s doing a lot\nI mean I’ve always been the type to know when to stop\nFor real, I mean I want you in the worst way\nAnd I know one day doesn’t mean the first day\nYeah and it ain’t mornin' but it’s late enough\nAnd I just showered, I just shaved, I just straightened up\nAnd I’m tired of the games, we done played enough\nI hope you’re still coming cause I’m waitin' up [Chorus: Riz]\nAll the missed calls got me thinkin'\nMaybe I’m trippin’\nBut I want you to feel the other side\n (\nThe other side\n)\nNow I’m waitin' up (\nGot you waitin'\n)\nNow I’m waitin' up (\nOh, got you waitin', yeah\n)\nNow I’m waitin' up (\nOh yeah\n)\nNow I’m waitin' up, waiting up, up (\nOh yeah\n)\n[Post-Chorus: Riz]\nVoicemail when I call ya phone\nI know just how you feel\nI know just how you feel, how you feel\nBaby when you home alone\nI know just how you feel (\nDo you know?\n)\nI know just how you feel (\nOh yeah\n)\nGirl, now I’m waitin' up\n[Verse 2: Riz]\nNow the shoe is on the other foot\nI’m here with my daughter\nShe keeps staring like her mother look (Mother look)\nAnd the hours keeps passin'\nI'm thinking about spazzin', couldn’t even imagine\nHer catchin' up with her passed friend\nSayin' how was and he askin', a has-been\nHas been shady, then she tellin' her she hate me\nAnd she been would’ve left if it wasn’t for the baby\nI know it sound crazy (That wasn’t the plan)\nYou see I’m just a young boy (That’s raising a man)\nListen look I’m really sorry for (Raising my hand)\nAll the false allegations (I’m taking a stand)\nDamn, damn, how did we get here?\nGirl, it's feeling like the end isn’t near\nYou say you don’t care\nI just hope it's out of anger\nGood girl gone bad, I can’t blame ya\nSigns read danger (I open my eyes)\nGirl, you saying that you pregnant, I’m hopin' its lies\nWhile they all sound true, it’s sad girl, the things that I do\nThey all affect you\nLike they don’t affect me\nGirl, I’m mad cause the things you can’t see\nIt’s what it’s gon’ be (I’m makin' a change)\nThe best thing we ever had, we take it in vain [Chorus: Riz]\nAll the missed calls got me thinkin'\nMaybe I’m trippin’\nBut I want you to feel the other side\n (\nThe other side\n)\nNow I’m waitin' up (\nGot you waiting\n)\nNow I’m waitin' up (\nOh, got you waiting, yeah\n)\nNow I’m waitin' up (\nOh yeah\n)\nNow I’m waitin' up, waiting up, up (\nOh yeah\n)\n[Post-Chorus: Riz]\nVoicemail when I call ya phone\nI know just how you feel\nI know just how you feel, how you feel (\nOoh yeah\n)\nBaby when you home alone\nI know just how you feel\nI know just how you feel\nGirl, now I’m waitin' up" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Eyes on You with the following description: “Eyes on You” is an unreleased song from Camila Cabello, which is rumored to have been intended for her second studio album, Romance, but has not been confirmed.\nA 20 second snippet leaked on January 14th, 2020, with the full song leaking on September 2, 2020. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nI know where you go at the end of the night\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\nTell me that you're home, what a beautiful lie\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\n[Verse 1]\nWon't say I'm yours, won't say I'm not\nI'm somewhere between, while you're at the bar downtown\nIt's been a month and we’re getting close\nBut not close enough, to love you or hate you now\nIn the morning, you look like an angel\nBut the devil's saving you a table\nServing a drink, you're making your rounds\nPicture it all, I'm out of my mind right now\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd everybody told me, so I\n[Chorus]\nI know where you go at the end of the night\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\nTell me that you're home, what a beautiful lie\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\nI know that you think I don't\nThe pictures you had, the numbers in your phone\nI know where you go at the end of the night\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you [Pre-Chorus]\nAnd everybody told me, so I\n[Chorus]\nI know where you go at the end of the night\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\nTell me that you're home, what a beautiful lie\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\nI know that you think I don't\nThe pictures you have, the numbers in your phone\nI know where you go at the end of the night\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\n[Bridge]\nAnd everybody told me, but I\nI had to see it with my own eyes\n[Chorus]\nI know where you go at the end of the night\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\nTell me that you're home, what a beautiful lie\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\nI know that you think I don't (I know that you think I don't)\nThe pictures you have, the numbers in your phone\nI know where you go at the end of the night\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you [Outro]\nAhh, yeah\nAhh, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nBaby, 'cause I got my eyes on you\nAhh" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Waking Up in Vegas with the following description: “Waking Up in Vegas” is a song by Katy Perry, released as the fourth and final single from One of the Boys. The song was born out of a suggestion by co-writer Desmond Child telling Perry they should stop writing “dark and brooding” songs and instead write something “light-hearted and high-spirited … about you and your gay best friend hitting Vegas and losing all your money”.\nThe song was an international hit, peaking at #9 in the US and reaching the top 40 in several countries overseas in the summer of 2009. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nYou gotta help me out\nIt's all a blur last night\nWe need a taxi\n'Cause you're hungover and I'm broke\nI lost my fake ID\nBut you lost the motel key\nSpare me your freakin'\nDirty looks now, don't blame me\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou wanna cash out\nAnd get the hell outta town\nDon't be a baby, remember what you told me\n[Chorus]\nShut up and put your money where your mouth is\nThat's what you get for wakin' up in Vegas\nGet up and shake the glitter off your clothes now\nThat's what you get for wakin' up in Vegas\n[Verse 2]\nWhy are these lights so bright?\nDid we get hitched last night?\nDressed up like Elvis\nWhy am I wearing your class ring? [Pre-Chorus]\nDon't call your mother\n'Cause now we're partners in crime\nDon't be a baby, remember what you told me\n[Chorus]\nShut up and put your money where your mouth is\nThat's what you get for wakin' up in Vegas\nGet up and shake the glitter off your clothes now\nThat's what you get for wakin' up in Vegas\n[Bridge]\nYou got me into this\nInformation overload, situation lost control\nSend out an SOS\n(Oh) Ha, and get some cash out\n(Oh) We're gonna tear up the town\n(Oh) No, don't be a baby, remember what you told me\n[Break]\nRemember what you told me\nRemember what you told me, told me, told me\nOh, yeah\n[Chorus]\nShut up and put your money where your mouth is\nThat's what you get for wakin' up in Vegas\nGet up and shake the glitter off your clothes now\nThat's what you get for wakin' up in Vegas [Outro]\nThat's what you get, baby\nShake the glitter\nShake, shake, shake the glitter\nGive me some cash out, baby\nGive me some cash out, baby" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Kendrick Lamar Says ‘King of New York’ Coronation Was Over Your Head with the following description: ‘Compton MC wonders why we’re freaking out over his “Control” verse’ – SPIN (Written by: Chris Martins)\nExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "August 29 2013, 10:24 PM ET\nKendrick Lamar might actually agree with SPIN's Brandon Soderberg that his flame-stoking \n\"Control\" verse is not as impressive as it seems\n. After declaring himself \"King of New York,\" the Prince of Compton retreated to a land of \ngonzo Robin Thicke videos\n, Miley-fied MTV VMA performances, and \nunlimited BET awards nominations\n, while his peers (and followers) lobbed response after response after response after response after, um, Hitler parody video.\nBut at long, last Lamar himself has issued a response, which more or less amounts to: \"Y'all trippin'.\" In an interview with Peter Rosenberg of New York's Hot 97, the Black Hippy was asked what he thought about all of the excitement surrounding his Big Sean cameo. \"[It] was just a feature verse,\" he humble-bragged before revealing that it took him a few days to notice the hubub, since he'd been hanging out in the U.K. and all. He'd just wanted to \"rap some bars.\"\nThe 20-minute chat can be heard below — hit play on the YouTube rip below to hear Lamar's thoughts on bicoastal rivalries, dangerous Twitter friends, and the business of elevating rap — but another gem emerged via a mere snippet of his forthcoming talk with Los Angeles radio's Power 106. Regarding his self-coronation, the West Coast MC let out a kingly scoff, lamented that he's been misunderstood, and let slip that he's been conferring with other rap royals.\n\"I think that's a case of, yeah, maybe I have to dumb down my lyrics just a little bit,\" said Lamar. \"The irony of that line is the people that actually understood it and got it was the actual kings of New York — we’ve been sitting down with them this past week — and them understanding that it’s not about actually being the king of whatever coast, it’s about leaving a mark as great as Biggie, as great as Pac.” The entire Power 106 conversation airs Friday morning." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Pittsburgh Sound with the following description: One of Wiz’s early odes to his hometown, this track dropped in 2007. “Black & Yellow” is sort of an updated and improved version of “Pittsburgh Sound,” but this is a dope early effort Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\n(Yeah!)\nIt's Wiz Khalifa man (Yeah, yeah!)\nIt's that 412 shit!\nI got that Pittsburgh Sound\nLet's get it (Yeah!)\n[Verse 1]\nAround these parts\nI'm known as the youngest in charge\nMy shit bang out the trunk of your car\nIt's the city's known rap spitter\nSemi blown clap niggas\nSkin and bones but really known as that nigga\nI'm known to chase the bucks\nGrind to get my paper up\nIn the studio writin' rhymes 'til the paper crunch\nI'm not the type that u would call 'em a thug\nBut I'm a hustler, it's all in my blood\nSo if it's all for the cheese then I'm in it\nMy screws kinda loose so I ease to the finish\nI hop up in the coupe feel the breeze while I'm in it\nBlowin' smoke up out the roof from the trees that I'm spliffin\nYoungin' got the game on lock\nI'm on top, it's a shame y'all not\nYou a lame put your brain on pot\nLeave you wet like the rain y'all drop\nI'm gonna rock and I ain't gonna stop, nigga (Y-yeah!) [Chorus]\nWho's the kid spittin' flames?\nChangin' the game\nHis name, it's Wiz Khalifa man\nFrom the home of the greats\nWhere they known for the cake\nThe place, that steel city damn\nI got that Pittsburgh sound\nAnd I'mma always hold Pittsburgh down\nIt's Wiz Khalifa man\nYou can't tell by now\nPittsburgh I'mma swell my town\nThat steel city damn\n[Verse 2]\nRoll rubber you don't know what you dealin' with\nOh so innocent but flows so diligent\nMy spit game's like a .44 [?] shit\nKnow your man warm but the young ball killin' shit\nRealist shit and your main wife dig me\nGame try and hit me\nKick game like 50 Cent\nNiggas wanna play games I quickly\nMob with a squad that will bang y'all wit me\nAnd they want the kid still hurtin'\nHundred niggas with hammers\nYeah that's what I call a steel curtain\nAhead of my time and still workin'\nPut in work couple mill worth in\nAnd I'm from Pittsburgh where the green\nAnd the eatin' is good\nAnd the fiends do everything in the hood\nEvery day is like a war so my soldiers ride fatigues in the hood\nAnd we gettin' all the green like we should (Y-yeah!) [Chorus]\nWho's the kid spittin' flames?\nChangin' the game\nHis name, it's Wiz Khalifa man\nFrom the home of the greats\nWhere they known for the cake\nThe place, that steel city damn\nI got that Pittsburgh sound\nAnd I'mma always hold Pittsburgh down\nIt's Wiz Khalifa man\nYou can't tell by now\nPittsburgh I'mma swell my town\nThat steel city damn\n[Verse 3]\nI'm from the home of the great\nWhere they known for the cake\nWhere the money stackin' up\nPut a chrome to your face\nYou could step out of line nigga\nThrown 'em into place\nThat's why all my homies say\nIt's whatever whenever\nI flow so hard and I spit so sick\nGot all of these rap niggas on my tip\nI [?] it ain't none of that homo shit\nAnd that's word to the Philly guys, spliff\nIt's whatever whenever (Yeah!) [Chorus]\nWho's the kid spittin' flames?\nChangin' the game\nHis name, it's Wiz Khalifa man\nFrom the home of the greats\nWhere they known for the cake\nThe place, that steel city damn\nI got that Pittsburgh sound\nAnd I'mma always hold Pittsburgh down\nIt's Wiz Khalifa man\nYou can't tell by now\nPittsburgh I'mma swell my town\nThat steel city damn" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Dear Reader with the following description: “Dear Reader” is the final track of the 3AM edition of Taylor Swift’s 2022 album Midnights. The song is written from the perspective of an advice columnist, and in it, Taylor attempts to give the listener (or reader) life advice. She advises the listener to, among other things, be wary, reinvent themselves, bend when they can but not bend over for others who ask of them, and keep secrets. These are all meant not to be trusted, as the narrator themself warns the listener not to. In the song “Dear Reader”, the narrator has come into a very isolated, desperate life, which provides a fitting finale to an album touching on self-doubt, mistrust, and pain throughout. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nDear reader, if it feels like a trap\nYou're already in one\nDear reader, get out your map\nPick somewhere and just run\nDear reader, burn all the files\nDesert all your past lives\nAnd if you don't recognize yourself\nThat means you did it right\n[Chorus]\nNever take advice from someone who's falling apart\nNever take advice from someone who's falling apart (You should find another)\n[Verse 2]\nDear reader, bend when you can\nSnap when you have to\nDear reader, you don't have to answer\nJust 'cause they asked you\n(You should find another)\nDear reader, the greatest of luxuries is your secrets\nDear reader, when you aim at the devil\nMake sure you don't miss\n[Chorus]\nNever take advice from someone who's falling apart\nNever take advice from someone who's falling apart [Bridge]\nSo I wander through these nights\nI prefer hiding in plain sight\nMy fourth drink in my hand\nThese desperate prayers of a cursed man\nSpilling out to you for free\nBut darling, darling, please\nYou wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking\nIf you knew where I was walking\nTo a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there\nWhere I pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care\nNo one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire\n[Outro]\nYou should find another guiding light, guiding light\nBut I shine so bright\nYou should find another guiding light, guiding light\nBut I shine so bright\nYou should find another, you should find another (Guiding light)\nFind another, you should find another\nYou should find another" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Freedom (Homecoming Live) with the following description: “Freedom” is an introspective track from Beyoncé and Kendrick Lamar that serves as an uplifting song for women. This version shares many similarities to the original version but its condensed and only includes Kendrick vocals in the outro. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse: Beyoncé]\nTryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder\nTell the storm I'm new\nI'ma walk, I'ma march on the regular\nPainting white flags blue\nLord forgive me, I've been running\nRunning blind in truth\nI'ma rain, I'ma rain on this bitter love\nTell the sweet I'm new\n[Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé]\nOoh, \nI'm telling these tears, \"Go and fall away, fall away\"\n, oh\nMay the last one burn into flames\n[Chorus: Beyoncé]\nFreedom, freedom, I can't move\nFreedom, cut me loose, yeah\nFreedom, freedom, where are you?\n'Cause I need freedom too\nI break chains all by myself\nWon't let my freedom rot in hell\nHey, I'ma keep on running\n'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves, oh\n[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]\nWhat you want from me?\nIs it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me?\nWhat you want from me?\nIs it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me?\nWhat you want from me?\nIs it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me?\nWhat you want from me?\nIs it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Wiggle with the following description: Jason Derulo teams with A-list sex rapper Snoop Dogg to make “Wiggle,” a joyous pop song about Derulo’s favorite thing: big fat butts. You could say it’s horny in more than one way.\nThe song has reached the top 10 in a number of countries including Australia, UK and USA.\nIn Feb. 2016, Derulo was on Jimmy Kimmel, providing a lyrical breakdown of what the song means, kinda like what he did on the site!\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Snoop Dogg & \nJason Derulo\n]\nAyo, Jason\n(\nOh, yeah?\n)\nSay somethin' to her, holla at her\nHaha, I got one question\nHaha, how do you fit, all that\nIn them jeans? Hahaha\n[Chorus: Jason Derulo]\nYou know what to do with that big fat butt?\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nJust a little bittle\nSwing!\n[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]\nPatty cake, patty cake, wit' no hands\nGot me in this club, making wedding plans\nIf I take pictures while you do your dance (Do your dance)\nI could make you famous on Instagram\n[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]\nHot dammit (Woo!)\nYour booty like two planets (Woo!)\nGo 'head and go ham sandwich (Woo!)\nWoah, I can't stand it [Chorus: Jason Derulo]\n'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt?\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nJust a little bittle\nSwing!\n[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]\nCadillac, Cadillac, pop that trunk\nLet's take a shot, alley-oop that donk\nTired of working that nine to five\nWell, baby, let me come and change your life\n[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]\nHot dammit (Woo!)\nYour booty like two planets (Woo!)\nGo 'head and go ham sandwich (Woo!)\nWoah, I can't stand it\n[Chorus: Jason Derulo & \nSnoop Dogg\n]\n'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt? (Oh, yeah)\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle (\nWiggle wiggle wiggle\n)\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle (\nShake it, shake it, girl\n)\nJust a little bittle (\nLittle bittle, little bittle, little bittle\n)\nSwing! [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]\nShake what your mama gave you, misbehave you\nI just wanna strip you, dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you\nWhat they do, taste my raindrops, 'kay, boo?\nNow what you're willing, what you wanting, what you may do\nCompletely separated 'til I deeply penetrate it\nThen I take it out and wipe it off, eat it, ate it, love it, hate it\nOverstated, underrated, everywhere I been\nCan you wiggle, wiggle for the D-O-double G again?\n[Bridge: Jason Derulo]\nCome on, baby, turn around\n(Turn around, turn around, turn around) (Yeah)\nYou're a star, girl, take a bow\n(Take a bow, take a bow, take a bow) (Haha, yeah)\nIt's just one thing that's killing me (Woah-oh-oh, ah-ah)\nHow do you fit that in them jeans? (Woah-oh-oh)\n[Chorus: Jason Derulo & \nSnoop Dogg\n]\nYou know what to do with that big fat butt?\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle (\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\n)\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle (\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\n)\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle (\nShake it, shake it, girl\n)\nJust a little bittle (Oh, woah; \nLittle bittle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle\n)\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle [Post-Chorus: Snoop Dogg & \nJason Derulo\n]\nNow make it clap\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nNow make it clap\nWiggle, wiggle, wiggle\nNow make it clap (\nLove it when you do it like that\n)\nJust a little bittle\n (\nNo hands, baby, make it clap, clap, clap, like\n)\nNow make it clap, clap, clap\nSwing!\n[Outro: Snoop Dogg]\nDamn, baby, you got a bright future behind you" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Way Out with the following description: A break though song for Sean. The most emotional song he’s ever made. He talks about losing the girl he really truly loves. It’s like Big Sean’s When U Find. You can feel his pain through his words. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Big Sean]\nMan I wish that I could kill her\nI wish that I could still feel her\nNow I'm at the club lookin for a feel up\nBartender make sure my drink stays filled up\nMan look at this mess I'm in\nIn my darkest hour I can't see the horizons\nBut I still remember her sizes\nThirty-four, twenty-two, thirty-five it, and\nAnd I'm the man to these broads\nWith one glance I could get 'em to minaj\nThrough all of the screamin and all the applause\nI'm Mr. Big Shot, but you was my star\nHey Juliet, I guess our book's done huh\nYou know I ain't book smart\nCause I just thought it was a bookmark\nAnd we coulda picked up where we left off\n[Chorus: Mr. Hudson]\nThere's nothing left to say now\nCause I'll be on my way now\nAnd I'll be moving way out, way out, way out\nThere's nothing left to say now\nCause I'll be on my way now\nAnd I'll be moving way out, way out, way out\nOutta your way [Verse 2: Big Sean]\nMan I wish that I could shoot her\nI wish that I never knew her\nMan what I'm sposed to do huh\nShe my backbone how I'm sposed to manuever\nAnd I know I said it last time\nBut I swear last time was the last time\nBut now she say it's all past times\nAnd I feel like I see my flatline\nAnd I'm supposed to be a man and all\nBut when you get That involved\nYou gotta start thinkin with ya head\nNah ya real head not the one in your pants and all\nMan she was sposed to be my baby\nMan we was sposed to see a baby\nMan I woulda gave her everything\nBetter life, wedding ring, everything we never seen\n(I guess we'll never see it now)\n[Chorus: Mr. Hudson]\nThere's nothing left to say now\nCause I'll be on my way now\nAnd I'll be moving way out, way out, way out\nThere's nothing left to say now\nCause I'll be on my way now\nAnd I'll be moving way out, way out, way out\nOutta your way [Verse 3: Big Sean]\nMan I wish that I could stab her\nRemember when I used to grab her\nI wish a nigga still had her\nIt's gon' hurt to see another nigga have her\nWhen I call it's no answerin\nShe ain't love Big Sean she love Sean Anderson\nMan you could probably feel me dyin'\nAnd you could probably hear her cryin'\nShe killin me from the inside out\nTook everything in the crib that was inside, out\nShe priceless and I can't afford it\nYou want space baby and I gave you orbit\nSo come home, Home is where the heart is\nShe said whenever I'm here I feel heartless\nSo it's time to part then\nI beg your pardon won't be back tomorrow, nah\n[Chorus: Mr. Hudson]\nThere's nothing left to say now\nCause I'll be on my way now\nAnd I'll be moving way out, way out, way out\nThere's nothing left to say now\nCause I'll be on my way now\nAnd I'll be moving way out, way out, way out\nOutta your way, Outta your way, Outta your way, Outta your way" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Next To It with the following description: “Next To It” was the second promotional single of his fifth studio album, Tetsuo & Youth, being “Mission” the first.\nThe track features singing and production by Ty Dolla $ign, who in an interview with Complex, praised Lupe speaking about their single:\n“He’s definitely in my Top 10 now. I don’t know why I wasn’t paying attention but after I did that song with him. I’ve done songs with a lot of people right? This nigga right here, me and Shafiq did the beat, he gave me an idea for the hook, I went in and did the hook, and then he went in the booth and just spit the whole fucking song, dog. I promise you it was off the top of the head, no written. The whole song. Probably went back and changed like two fuck-ups. I’ve never seen that done before. Lupe is that guy.”\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced By: Ty Dolla $ign & Shafiq Husayn]\n[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]\nWhat it say?\nNext to it, next to it, to it, to it, to it, to it\nNe-next to it, to it, to it, to it, to it, to it\nHey, what it say?\nUhh, uhh, uhh\n[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]\nMoney ain't shit when there's wealth next to it\nWealth ain't shit when there's health next to it\nIn the lane with nobody else next to it\nAin't get here by myself, lot of help next to it\nWord to Chilly Chill, that's myself, let's do it\n1st and 15th ENT, FNF music\nAlbum number five, ayy nigga, let's do it\nDon't say my name 'less my city next to it\nAnything look good with a titty next to it\nAnd the titty got a face that's pretty next to it\nRiding 'round town, something really exclusive\nBump a little Pac with some Biggie next to it\nNigga, that's love with a twist next to it\nNigga, that's a Blood with a Crip next to it\nAt the Bulls game like a tree gift next to it\nYes nigga, that's the floor and I sit next to it\n, \nlet's do it [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]\nEverything look better with a bitch next to it\nRollie on the wrist, let's do this\nTop down on a whip that's roofless\nAin't impressed, it's the bitch that do it\nLet's do it\nClub ain't turnt 'less some bitches into it\nIt's the bitch that do it\nYeah, yeah\n[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]\nCrib ain't shit 'less a whip next to it\nWhip ain't shit 'less a Benz next to it\nBut a Benz ain't shit when a Rari next to it\nRari ain't shit when a Zonda next to it\nReally tell a difference when a Honda next to it\nBut a Honda is the shit when you jogging next to it\nThis a baby momma with a condom next to it\nCause this a miracle, I'm still rocking, let's do it, let's do it\nZero need a comma with a zero next to it\nThen another comma with a zero next to it\nThen a zero next to it and a zero next to it\nThen another fucking comma then a zero next to it\nNigga what we talking? That's a million, let's do it\nNigga what we talking? That's a million, let's do it!\nStill at the bottom with a million next to it\nCause a million ain't shit when a billion next to it\nA billion ain't shit when a trillion next to it\nCaptain Save-A-Hoe, she want a hero next to it\nBut I ain't tryna hear it, put my ear up next to it\nCause it's strange to a nigga, got a weirdo next to it\nNigga, your wallet got a robber next to it\nBlack ski mask with a chopper next to it\nYou might need a bed with a doctor next to it\nBut nigga I ball like soccer next to it\n, \nlet's do it [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]\nEverything look better with a bitch next to it\nRollie on the wrist, let's do this\nTop down on a whip that's roofless\nAin't impressed, it's the bitch that do it\nLet's do it\nClub ain't turnt 'less some bitches into it\nIt's the bitch that do it\nYeah, yeah\n[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]\nNigga, my hood, feel like Heaven\nWith third worlds next to it\nBut nigga we good, and we'll be even better\nWith thirty girls next to us\nYeah, the White House had a trap next to it\nYeah nigga, that's a fact next to it\nMy house had a trap next to it\nAyy nigga, where's the house? Let's do it\nYour chest ain't shit 'less a chain next to it\nChain ain't shit 'less gold next to it\nBut gold ain't shit when a diamond next to it\nYour beat ain't shit 'less I'm rhyming next to it\nHah, hah, shining next to it\nShit ain't real, can't find her next to it\nNigga, let's park it on the red carpet\nGrammy Awards, my momma next to it\n, \nlet's do it [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]\nEverything look better with a bitch next to it\nRollie on the wrist, let's do this\nTop down on a whip that's roofless\nAin't impressed, it's the bitch that do it\nLet's do it\nClub ain't turnt 'less some bitches into it\nIt's the bitch that do it\nYeah, yeah\n[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]\nTo it, to it, to it\nNext to it, next to it, to it, to it, to it\nNext to it, next to it, to it, to it, to it\nNext, next to it, to it, yeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called American Soul with the following description: “American Soul”, the third single from the fourteenth U2 album Songs of Experience, following “You’re the Best Thing About Me”, “Get Out of Your Own Way”, and the free live-version release of “The Blackout” to fans.\nEarly work on this song provided a musical contribution to “XXX.”, a previous collaboration between the Irish band and Kendrick Lamar in the album DAMN.\nBono, in the final part of the song, dives into a politically-driven bridge touching the themes of unity, hope and faith and culminating with him saying:\nLet it be unity, let it be community\nFor refugees like you and me\nA country to receive us\nWill you be our sanctuary\nIt’s not the first time the Irish singer gets involved in the refugee topic, with him writing an editorial on the New York Times in April 2016 and speaking at the US Congress. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]\nBlessed are the bullies\nFor one day they will have to stand up to themselves\nBlessed are the liars\nFor the truth can be awkward\n[Verse 1: Bono]\nIt's not a place\nThis country is to me a sound\nOf drum and bass\nYou close your eyes to look around\nLook around, look around\nLook around, it's a sound\nLook around, look around\nIt's a sound\n[Verse 2: Bono]\nIt's not a place\nThis country is to me a thought\nThat offers grace\nFor every welcome that is sought\n[Chorus: Bono]\nYou are rock and roll\nYou and I are rock and roll\nYou are rock and roll\nCame here looking for American soul [Verse 3: Bono]\nIt's not a place\nThis is a dream the whole world owns\nThe pilgrim's face\nIt had your heart to call her home\nHold on Brother John\nToo many mothers weepin'\nDream on Brother John\nBut in your dreams you can't be sleepin'\n[Chorus: Bono]\nYou are rock and roll\nYou and I are rock and roll\nYou are rock and roll\nCame here looking for American soul\nAmerican\nAmerican\n[Bridge: Bono]\nPut your hands in the air\nHold up the sky\nCould be too late but we still gotta try\nThere's a moment in our life where a soul can die\nIn a person, in a country, when you believe the lie\nThe lie (The lie, the lie)\nThere's a promise in the heart of every good dream\nIt's a call to action not to fantasy\nThe end of the dream, the start of what's real\nLet it be unity\nLet it be community\nFor refugees like you and me\nA country to receive us\nWill you be my sanctuary?\nRefu-Jesus [Chorus: Bono]\nYou are rock and roll\nYou and I are rock and roll\nYou are rock and roll\nCame here looking for American soul\n[Instrumental Break]\n[Chorus: Bono]\nYou are rock and roll\nYou and I are rock and roll\nYou are rock and roll\nCame here looking for American soul\nAmerican soul\nAmerican soul" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Intertwine with the following description: Leaked song by Justin Bieber and his former pal Lil Twist which sees Bieber deal with a more sensual and mature topic. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Hook: Justin Bieber]\nWhat's the use of being lonely when I'm offering my company?\nYou could be my lover, hold me, I'll give you attention all night, all day\nIntertwine, we can intertwine\nWe can intertwine, we can intertwine, oh yeah\n[Verse 1: Lil Twist]\nHad the whole hood shook when you moved in\nFace like a goddess, body on ten\nHad to be back in the crib before the streets lights\nThat was back when you wasn't allowed to have friends\nNow you grown up, features all swole up\nSeen you at the club had me like \"Hol' up\"\nWhat you doing, who you with, what you sipping on?\nWho you doing, where you been? Let me take you home\nAnd if you hungry we can stop at the Waffle House\nI'm on that shit it's whatever what you talking 'bout?\nTake that time to get to know me\nCause baby what's the use of being lonely?\n[Hook: Justin Bieber]\nWhat's the use of being lonely when I'm offering my company?\nYou could be my lover, hold me, I'll give you attention all night, all day\nIntertwine, we can intertwine\nWe should make some time, so I can intertwine with you [Verse 2: Lil Twist]\nWe can intertwine, just let me get behind\nAnd watch me run up in that thang like the finish line\nTo end it like it's Christmas time, I eat it like it's dinner time\nShe said let's do it like at 86, I said let's do it like 69\nGive her a bit a this it ain't no way she getting tired\nIntroduced to the molly now she's amp'd and she's wired\nGet her back to the room, she said \"Twizzy is who I desire\"\nI said let's get in the shower girl that ass is on fire\nI pay you with attention, direct deposit wire\nThat shit don't need even matter as long as love transpires\nAnd after all that, baby you should really know me\nNow you ain't got never be lonely\n[Hook]\n[Bridge: Justin Bieber]\nTell me do you really want it? Wake up in the morning\nRight next to me baby, right next to me baby\nTell me do you really want it? Wake up in the morning\nRight next to me baby, right next to me baby\n[Hook]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called ​issues with the following description: “issues” explores Baby Keem’s grievances and trauma he has had to deal with.\nHe describes a constant battle with his inner demons created by his past when contemplating his feelings towards his mother. He outlines her toxic habit of leaving home and hurting the family dynamic through the track’s chorus. Furthermore, the lyrics indicate how Keem has contributed to this cycle by neglecting his sister:\n My sister RiRi only see me on the screen\nI know she needs me, I can’t help but feel T\nThis highlights his depressive state of mind as well as his troubles maintaining current relationships.\nKeem cycling in the music video represents him running from his inner demons as well as fame (represented by the helicopter spotlight) and his trauma.\nLater in the video, Baby Keem unmounts his bike and contemplates opening the door to return home. He chooses to unmount from the bike and not to open the door, walking towards the helicopter spotlight. This illustrates his growth beyond his turmoil. He has chosen to leave his old life, address his inner demons and move forward, navigating through his newfound stardom.\nBaby Keem took to social media to emphasize the track’s significant and substantial value, especially given that he both wrote and produced the memorable track.\nI wrote and produced a song titled issues. It means a lot to me.\nI’ll perform it on tv.\n-Keem via Twitter Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI've been duckin' my friends, I've been stuck on my ends\nMemories about people all in my head\nFirst come to mind is my mama buyin' me Jordans\nAre we really made equal? 'Cause everybody got plans\nI can't go ghost, I face demons\nDon't let it defeat you, all in my hands\nI know it's hard for you to come out that trance\nI look myself in the mirror when I can\nLet's speak the truth, tell me in pieces\nI know it's you, I know just what you do\nI knew since we first got evicted out our roof\nMy new since rehab, I was six, tryna see you\n[Chorus]\nHow could I resent you? Demons, they test you\nGrandma and I missed you\nYou don't know what we been through\nDon't let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh\nPlease don't let them come get you, ooh-ooh\nHow could I resent you? Demons, they test you\nGrandma and I missed you\nYou don't know what we been through\nDon't let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh\nPlease don't let them come get you, ooh-ooh [Interlude]\nBeep\nWhat it beep-bop\nWhat it beep-bop (Bop)\nWhat it beep-bop (It)\nWhat it beep-bop (It)\nWhat it, bop\nWhat it, bop\nWhat it, bop\nWhat it, bop\nWhat it, bop\nWhat it, bop\nWhat it, beep-bop\nWhat it, beep-bop\nWhat it, beep-bop\n[Bridge]\nRun away from home, run away from home\nWhen the night's gone, when the night's gone\nRun away from home, run away from home-home-home-home-home\nWhy, oh why, oh why, oh why all seem to be convinced?\nWhy, oh why, oh why, oh why y'all question my exit?\nWhy, oh why, oh why, oh why y'all livin' on the fence?\nWhy, oh why, oh why, oh why I'm sleepin' on it?\nWhy, oh why, oh why, oh why y'all get me so upset?\nWhy, oh why, oh why, oh why y'all want me dead?\nWhy y'all listen to the demons in your head?\nWhy do we play victim? Good times are ahead [Verse 2]\nAttention, this is my life sentence, huh, huh\nYou're committed, huh, defensive 'bout your vision, huh, huh\nDon't you get offended, huh\nWhen the darkness hits, I'll show you all that I'm not kiddin', huh\nGrow a tree, plant the seed, let it breathe\nMy sister Ree-Ree only see me on the screen\nI know she needs me, I can't help but feel T\n[Chorus]\nHow could I resent you? Demons, they test you\nGrandma and I missed you\nYou don't know what we been through\nDon't let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh\nPlease don't let them come get you, ooh-ooh\nHow could I resent you? Demons, they test you\nGrandma and I missed you\nYou don't know what we been through\nDon't let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh\nPlease don't let them come get you, ooh-ooh" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Don’t Go Knockin’ on My Door with the following description: “Don’t Go Knockin' on My Door” is a song recorded by Britney Spears for her second studio album, Oops!…I Did It Again. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nDon't go knock my door\nDon't go knock my door\n[Verse 1]\nTime is up, no more cheat and lie\nNo more tears to dry\nYou and I, we're like so \n\"bye-bye\"\nFinally, I am over you\nTotally unblue\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen I can hear myself saying\nI am better off without you\nStronger than ever\n and I\nI'm telling you now\n[Chorus]\nDon't go knocking on my door\nGotta stay away, for sure\nYou say you miss me like crazy now\nBut I ain't buying that\nYou better get off my back\nDon't go knocking on my door\n[Verse 2]\nI can see, it's no mystery\nIt's so clear to me, what we had is all history\nIt's okay, I can sleep at night\nIt will be alright [Pre-Chorus]\nI can hear myself saying\nI am better off without you\nStronger than ever\n and I\nI'm telling you now\n[Chorus]\nDon't go knocking on my door (Baby)\nGotta stay away, for sure\nYou say you miss me like crazy now\nBut I ain't buying that\nYou better get off my back\nDon't go knocking on my door (Door)\nGotta stay away, for sure\nYou say you miss me like crazy now\nBut I ain't buying that\nYou better get off my back (Ooh, yeah, yeah)\n[Bridge]\nDon't go knock my door\nDon't go knock my door\nDon't go knock my door\nDo what you want\nAs long as you don't come back\nDon't go knocking on my door\nGotta stay away, for sure\nAnd now I ain't buying that\nYou better get off my back [Chorus]\nDon't go knocking on my door (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nGotta stay away, for sure\nYou say you miss me like crazy now\nBut I ain't buying that\nYou better get off my back\nDon't go knocking on my door (Ooh, yeah)\nDon't go knocking on my door\nGotta stay away, for sure (Gotta stay away, for sure)\nYou say you miss me like crazy now\nBut I ain't buying that\nYou better get off my back\nDon't go knocking on my door\n[Interlude to \n(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction\n]\nBritney & friend: \n(laughing)\nBritney: \n\"Ok, ok, ok, ok, so listen, listen so then he goes, \nno matter what I do for you it never seems to be enough\n... ew! I can't believe he said that. You don't think I'm like that do you?\"\nFriend: \n\"Well, you are...\"\nBritney: \n\"What?! don't tell me you agree with him. Oh my God, oh my God!\"\nFriend: \n\"Well, I mean, one minute everything's fine and the next minute you're freaking out, it's like you never satisfied!\"\nBritney: \n\"Well, I know I'm a little picky... but, hey, I just know what I want.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Nobody with the following description: “Nobody” is the 9th track off of DJ Khaled’s album “Grateful”. This is the second collaboration of Alicia Keys and Nicki Minaj after the 2012 track “Girl on Fire (Inferno Version)”.\nThe song samples “Nobody Knows” by Pastor T. L. Barrett and the Youth For Christ Choir. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: DJ Khaled & \nNicki Minaj\n]\nWe the Best Music!\nAnother one!\nYoung Money, Alicia Keys, kyuh!\nDJ Khaled!\n[Chorus: Alicia Keys]\nI just got back from\nWhere they said I couldn't get back from\nAnd I thank God, I thank God that I made it\nThey surprised, they surprised that I made it\nHeart is like diamonds, keep blindin' their faces\nI wonder how I keep finding these places\nI can't explain how it feels to be patient\nKilling the drama, we finally made it, hey-yeah\n[Post-Chorus: Alicia Keys]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nNobody knows, nobody knows\nNobody knows, nobody but you\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nNobody knows, nobody knows\nNobody knows, nobody but you [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]\nI got something inside of me that can't be quenched\nI'm addicted to winning and I can't be benched\nGo to war for every black queen that they lynched\nAnd my pockets on chubby but they can't be pinched\nUhh, after they use you, then they abuse you\nThen they get mad when they lose you (Excuse you)\nYou know the liar will accuse you\nYou know the queen still reign, it's just business as usual\nAnything I touch, I bless it, track record so impressive\nOpened the Billboard Awards with a hit record\nThe devil thought he had me\nBut I rebuked him, got money and I'm still a baddie\n[Chorus: Alicia Keys]\nI just got back from\nWhere they said I couldn't get back from\nAnd I thank God, I thank God that I made it\nThey surprised, they surprised that I made it\nHeart is like diamonds, keep blinding they faces\nI wonder how I keep finding these places\nI can explain how it feels to be patient\nKilling the drama, we finally made it, hey-yeah\n[Post-Chorus: Alicia Keys]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nNobody knows, nobody knows\nNobody knows, nobody but you\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nNobody knows, nobody knows\nNobody knows, nobody but you [Verse 2: Alicia Keys]\nSay nobody knows\nAll the trouble I've seen (Tell 'em baby)\nGlory, looking for some glory\nFrom all the trouble I've seen (One more time)\nTell em' nobody knows, all my sorrows\nNobody knows what tomorrow\n[Chorus: Alicia Keys]\nI just got back from\nWhere they said I couldn't get back from\nAnd I thank God, I thank God that I made it\nThey surprised, they surprised that I made it\nHeart is like diamonds, keep blinding they faces\nI wonder how I keep finding these places\nI can explain how it feels to be patient\nKilling the drama, we finally made it, hey-yeah\n[Post-Chorus: Alicia Keys]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nNobody knows, nobody knows\nNobody knows, nobody but you\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nNobody knows, nobody knows\nNobody knows, nobody but you [Outro: Alicia Keys]\nBaby, say it glory\nYou, I\nCan you feel it? Can you see it?\nTell your mama you" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Like a Farmer (Remix) with the following description: In a satirical take on country music, Tracy and Uzi rap over a combination of acoustic guitar chords and trap drums in exaggerated white Southern accents. They put a twist on traditional rap themes of lean, hos, and fast whips and replace them with beer, whores, and tractors, making for a clever and catchy blend of two traditionally opposing genres.\nThis song, released only 10 days after its former, matched streaming numbers to that of its predecessor within a couple of days of its release. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & \nLil Tracy\n]\nI got horses in my car just like a farmer\nYeehaw\nYeehaw, finna pick up your daughter\nYeehaw\nYeah\n(Gren8 beats)\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n[Chorus: Lil Tracy]\nI got horses in my car like a farmer (A farmer)\nYeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (Yeehaw)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered\nI got horses in my car like a farmer\nYeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (Your daughter)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)\n[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]\nYeah, don't come 'round here, we don't like your kind (We don't like your kind)\nI've been fuckin' these sluts, but I love my wife (But I love my wife)\nGot a big ol' truck so we all gon' ride\nI'm sippin' lean like a Coors Light (Yah, yah)\nBoy, this town ain't big enough for the both of us\nI got a shotgun ridin' shotgun and it's loaded up (Grra)\nI heard that whore say you handsome\nPut that heat to your face, I'ma brand ya (I'ma brand ya)\nHell yeah, yeehaw (Yeehaw)\nI swear these people need God (Need God)\nI got some horses in this truck, keep up\nI got some horses in this truck, keep up (Keep up) [Chorus: Lil Tracy & Lil Uzi Vert, \nLil Tracy\n]\nI got horses in my car like a farmer (\nLike a farmer\n)\nYeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (\nYeehaw\n)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (\nGet him slaughtered\n)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered\nI got horses in my car like a farmer (\nJust like a farmer\n)\nYeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (\nYeehaw\n)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (\nGet him slaughtered\n)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (\nGet him slaughtered\n)\n[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]\nGotta trip, new coupe, follow her own roots (Yeehaw)\nWrangler on my jeans on belt buckles, no jewels (Jewels, how?)\nBless your heart, you're fixin' to lie\nYou're cute as a button but don't got fake boobs (Woah)\nYes, I have a tractor, you don't like to fly\nTook her on a trip to Texas, treat it like Dubai\nI'm in Colorado Springs like I'm in Bora Bora (Bora Bora)\nWe get Tyson money, sell the chicken by the quarter (Quarter)\nWe don't eat lobster but we fish\nGot a lot of land in Georgia\nJust in case of a storm, girlies all up in my bunker in Florida\nI planted a seed, I declare what's gonna come out of the soil\nNot talkin' 'bout no lean but we got that mud, I'm sellin' oil\n[Chorus: Lil Tracy, \nLil Uzi Vert\n, & \nBoth\n]\nI got horses in my car like a farmer (\nYeehaw\n, like a farmer)\nYeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (\nYeehaw\n)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (\nYeehaw\n, get him slaughtered)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (\nYeehaw\n)\nI got horses in my car like a farmer\nYeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (Your daughter)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)\nHe want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Red Lights with the following description: In “Red Lights,” Chris' impatience gets the better of him, as he runs red lights speeding home to have sex with his girl. The track shares similarities to his September 2014 track, “101 (Interlude)” which also sees him speeding home for sex. Chris' vocals soar on the mellow, guitar-driven instrumental and its lyrics are littered with clever car terminology. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI know exactly what you like\nAnd, baby, I'm about to take it down\nYou say you want me, is that right?\nI think it's best we get up out here now\nBecause I saw you in that dress\nThey can't handle this\nSpeedin' while I'm tryna steer\nYou kissin' on my neck\nI'm feelin' on your leg\nThat yellow light ain't stoppin' now, oh, yeah\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGirl, I ain't gotta waste the night with you, babe\nWe doin' ninety-five in a thirty-five\nBaby, you know what to do\n[Chorus]\nWe gon' run some red lights (Yeah)\nAnd you know there ain't no stoppin' even when we get home (Yeah)\nGirl, we gon' run some red lights (Yeah)\nPush the pedal to the metal, screamin', \"Fuck the Five-O\" (Five-O)\nAnd, girl, you know it's key push to start, sex in a car for hours\nYour body parts under your hood, it's power, babe\nAnd I ain't even tryna gas you up\nAnd we gon' run some red lights [Verse 2]\nYeah, backseat, ghost ridin' whip\nHold on, it's gon' take long, enjoy this trip\nGirl, you got that new car, that new car smell\nBut we gon' give this new car a new car smell\nYeah, revvin' my engine, you turnin' me on\nYeah, shiftin' your gears, I love how you moan (Yeah)\nLove how you moan (Yeah)\nLove how you moan\nIt was so good that I had to go back for a second so I could just relive the moment\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI ain't gotta waste the night with you, baby\nWe doin' ninety-five in a thirty-five\nBaby, you know what to do\nBaby, we gon'\n[Chorus]\nWe gon' run some red lights (Yeah)\nAnd you know there ain't no stoppin' even when we get home (Yeah, oh)\nGirl, we gon' run some red lights (Yeah)\nPush the pedal to the metal, screamin', \"Fuck the Five-O\" (Oh, yeah, Five-O)\nAnd, girl, you know it's key push to start (Oh), sex in a car for hours\nYour body parts under your hood, it's power, babe\nAnd I ain't even tryna gas you up (Oh, yeah)\nAnd we gon' run some red lights (Woo) [Bridge]\nRed lights, all night, baby, yeah\nAnd we gon' take a midnight sex drive\nDon't think you heard what I said\nFuck every red light\nRed lights, all night, baby\nFuck every red light\nMidnight sex drive\nDon't think you heard what I said\nFuck every red light\n[Instrumental Break]\n[Chorus]\n(We gon')\nWe gon' run some red lights (Yeah)\nAnd you know there ain't no stoppin' even when we get home (Yeah)\nGirl, we gon' run some red lights (Yeah)\nPush the pedal to the metal (Oh), screamin', \"Fuck the Five-O\" (Five-O)\nAnd, girl, you know it's key push to start, sex in a car for hours\nYour body parts under your hood, it's power, babe\nAnd I ain't even tryna gas you up\nAnd we gon' run some red lights\n[Outro]\nRed lights, all night, baby, yeah\nAnd we gon' take a midnight sex drive\nDon't think you heard what I said\nFuck every red light\nRed lights, all night, baby\nMidnight sex drive" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Groupies with the following description: The fourth track on Future’s DS2, “Groupies” was premiered in a snippet in the Like I Never Left documentary. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nAyy, wake up\nTryna make motherfuckin' hits, nigga\nNow I'm back fuckin' 'em, now I'm back fuckin' 'em\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies, now I'm back fuckin' 'em\n[Chorus]\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Ayy, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah, yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Turn up)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies \n(The WIZRD)\nI sold out the game like an OG (Skrrt)\nI fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it (Hey, yeah, yeah)\nI fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it (Smacked, smacked)\nI got that guap and I'll prove it (Woo, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Woo, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah, yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Turn up)\n[Verse 1]\nNow I'm back grippin' that Uzi (Woo)\nI'll fuck that bitch 'cause she bougie (Yeah)\nI fuck that ho' 'cause she choose me (I did it)\nSip on my cup, it's a movie (Woo)\nI pop me a Perc, it's a movie (A movie)\nSmokin' oh-la-la-la like a Fugee\nTurn your homie to food, he a Goofy (Woo, woo)\nWhile my lil' one get head from a groupie\nI dug all in that pussy, I got her\nOnce I pour in that Molly, I got her (I got her)\nGot my neck and wrist on the Phantom (On God)\nWe don't take them on dates, we just fuck 'em\nI appreciate the way you fuck me\nWe could never tell the fuckin' public\nPussy good enough to make me love you (On God)\nPussy good enough to make me love you (On God)\nYou get that Rollie for nothin'\nYou deserves Rollies and APs and all that (And all that)\nYou deserve Dolce Gabbana and Hermès\nYou really know me, nobody can love me like you [Chorus]\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Ayy, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah, yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Turn up)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies \n(The WIZRD)\nI sold out the game like an OG (Skrrt)\nI fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it (Hey, yeah, yeah)\nI fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it (Smacked, smacked)\nI got that guap and I'll prove it (Woo, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Woo, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah, yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Turn up)\n[Verse 2]\nBangin' her throat in the back of a Phantom\nI'm back on that dope and I'm strapped with a hammer\nI get that work and I'll sell it right now\nIf that pussy ain't free, I'll buy it right now\nI'll spend that money however I wanna\nI'll fuck that pussy whenever I wanna\nI know that's your bitch, my nigga\nBut she gon' come fuck me whenever, whenever I want her\nTake me a Xan and I levitate\nI'll have her cummin' 'bout every day\nSuckin' this dick on me every day\nNow she's reppin' my clique 'cause it's better for her (Woo)\nShe a ho' and a slut and a metaphor\nShe'll come to the show and get wetter for me\nI go to Twitter, she tweetin' a nigga\n@in' me like I'm her daddy\nI seen her pussy on IG was fat and I got it\nI seen her pussy on IG, I got it\nI had to have it, fuck who know about it\nYou really know me, nobody can love me like you [Chorus]\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Ayy, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah, yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Turn up)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies \n(The WIZRD)\nI sold out the game like an OG (Skrrt)\nI fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it (Hey, yeah, yeah)\nI fuck on your bitch and I'll prove it (Smacked, smacked)\nI got that guap and I'll prove it (Woo, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Woo, woo)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah, yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Yeah)\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies (Turn up)\n[Outro]\nNow I'm back grippin' that Uzi\nI'll fuck that bitch 'cause she's bougie\nI'll fuck that ho' 'cause she choose me\nSip out my cup it's a movie\nNow I'm back fuckin' my groupies" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called EAT ME (Solo Version) (Unreleased) with the following description: On February 22, 2022 Demi Lovato posted some photos with the description “CHOKE ON IT”. On March 6, 2022 they teased their song on their IG stories with the hashtag #chokeonit. The song was retitled to EAT ME and appears on Lovato’s album, HOLY FVCK, featuring Royal & the Serpent.\nThis is the original solo version that does not feature Royal & the Serpent. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nBe more predictable, be less political\nNot too original; keep to tradition, but stay individual\nDirty but washable, winning but stoppable\nAll that I'm hearing is you wanna make the impossible possible\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIs this what you'd all prefer?\nWould you like me better if I was still \"Her\"?\nDid she make your mouths water? Ugh\n[Chorus]\nI know the part I've played before\nI know the shit that I've ignored\nI know the girl that you adored\nShe's dead, it's time to fucking mourn\nI can't spoon-feed you anymore\nI can't spoon-feed you anymore\nDinner's served, it's on the floor\nI can't spoon-feed you anymorе\nYou'll have to eat me as I am\nYou'll havе to eat me as I am\n[Verse 2]\nClean and digestible (Clean and digestible)\nLess of a spectacle (Less of a spectacle)\nOh, and dimensional\nTry to be sexy, but don't be so sexual (Don't be too sexual) [Pre-Chorus 2]\nLonger hair and tighter clothes\nWould you like me better if I didn't oppose?\nSilver platters, pretty bows\nFuck\n[Chorus]\nI know the part I've played before\nI know the shit that I've ignored\nI know the girl that you adored\nShe's dead, it's time to fucking mourn\nI can't spoon-feed you anymore\nI can't spoon-feed you anymore\nDinner's served, it's on the floor\nI can't spoon-feed you anymore\nYou'll have to eat me as I am\nYou'll have to eat me as I am\n[Bridge]\nChoke on it!\nChoke on it!\n[Chorus]\nI know the part I've played before\nI know the shit that I've ignored\nI know the girl that you adored\nShe's dead, it's time to fucking mourn\nI can't spoon-feed you anymore\nI can't spoon-feed you anymore\nDinner's served, it's on the floor\nI can't spoon-feed you anymore\nYou'll have to eat me as I am\nYou'll have to eat me as I am" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called What If I Kissed You with the following description: ‘What If I Kissed You’ is the second song Drake worked on with Rita Ora and StarGate after ‘R.I.P.’‘. and originally intended for release on her debut LP 'ORA’.\nThe song was passed on to fellow Roc Nation artist Bridget Kelly for her debut album ‘Something Different’. This album was shelved but Kelly released a version of the song on her mixtape ‘Time Flies’ called ‘Our Little Secret’.\nAs with ‘R.I.P.’ the track was originally pitched to Rihanna.\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nWhat if I kissed you right now?\nHow would we explain it?\nTrying to imagine how it might sound if I just yelled out\nWhat if I kissed you right now?\nWould it bring us any closer?\nTake the weight off of our shoulder\nTake me I'm yours\nAnd I don't really care who knows it\nCan we afford to, that open with all these emotions\n[Chorus]\nIf we were a secret, how long could you keep it?\nKeep it to yourself, don't tell nobody else\nSomething away, away\nSomething away, with you, you\nAnd you just be mine (Just be mine)\nAnd you just be mine, all mine\nAnd you'd just be mine (Just, just be mine)\nAnd you just be mine, all mine\nWhat if I kissed you right now\n[Verse 2]\nWould it bring us any closer\nTake the weight off of our shoulder\nTell on me\nI don't mind cause if they ask me about it, I won't lie\nAdmit that I'm yours\nI don't really care who knows it\nBut can we afford to be that open with all of these emotions [Chorus]\nIf we were a secret, tell me, could you keep it?\nKeep it to yourself, don't tell nobody else\nNever around, something away, away\nSomething away, with you, you\nAnd you just be mine (Just be mine)\nAnd you just be mine, all mine\nAnd you just be mine (Just, just be mine)\nAnd you'd just be mine, all mine\nWhat if I kissed you right now?\nWhat if I kissed you right now\n[Interlude]\nJust be mine\nAnd you just be mine, all mine\nAnd you just be mine\nAnd you just be mine, oh, yeah\nJust be mine\nAnd you just be mine, all mine\nAnd you just be mine\nAnd you just be mine, oh, yeah\n[Chorus]\nIf we were a secret, tell me, could you keep it?\nKeep it to yourself, don't tell nobody else\nLet them all think\n'Bout somewhere I've been\nBut I've been only with you, you, you\nAnd you just be mine (Just be mine)\nAnd you just be mine, all mine\nAnd you just be mine (Just, just be mine)\nAnd you just be mine, all mine, yeah [Outro]\nWhat if I kissed you right now" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Ay Man with the following description: A unreleased song which was floating around after Carter 3 dropped. Featuring and produced by Pharrell.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Pharrell]\nLemme 'splain the difference 'tween you and I\nHot in Miami but you know I keep the coolest ride\nStop like yeah ragged rockin' [? ]\nPullin' up on the side is a suicide\nAye, you just a run-of-the-mill nigga\nHere's the difference man I run with the mills, niggas can't eat I ain't done with the meal\nSee dem niggas that's grinnin' man they have fun with da steel\n\"Pharrell, you a cool nigga. Let me shake your hand. You wear tight pants, you wear black bands, you wear long Vans, crib in the sky and\nI heard you got a crib in Virginia, on the sand.\"\nNot you, you ain't a Robb Report nigga\nNigga, yous a perjuror, you lie in court nigga\nYou prolly snitchhy snitchy and proly bitchy bitchy\nI don't wear them big chains no mo' because they itch me\nDrop my girl off, pick up the enzo\nRidin' through Hileah, ride through Kendall\nRide through Carol City, ride through Overtown\nWhere they leave dat ass on the ground\nBut you say that they know you now\nBut the difference is when dey see ya, will they hold ya down\nSee P grew up with a heroine pedal?\nThey made fun of me cause I was a odd fellow\nSee I was half skate park I was half ghetto\nBut you cut me open then u seen my bones made of metal\nHere's my DNA yes it was essential\nUnlike your aftermarket Roley Presidential\nLook at my Audemars, three hundred something\nBarack inspired (why?) the black one comin' [Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne]\nPu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nArm hangin' out da driver side window\nTrynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o\n[Hook: Lil Wayne]\nPull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nPull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nAnd they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin?\n[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]\nI'm doin' real well I'm doin' real well\nGot the Frank Mull and time will tell\nRock star bitch, like a Nine Inch Nail\nSom'n sittin' on 25 inch wheels\nWe eatin' over here why would I miss meals?\nWhisper in her ear give her thigh lip chills\nYoung moolah yeah I know you like dat baby\nAnd she wanna be in the mix like a white-black baby\nWeezy a.k.a. which one of ya'll girls want me\nHigh-definition tv in the front seat\nWhatcha wanna do nigga I ain't neva scared\nTheodore ass nigga you a teddy bear\nI'm so hood and the hood everywhere\nThank god black card good everywhere\nYou like my shoes huh? well I got every pair\nElevator eyes, but I get every stair [Pre-Hook]\nPu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nArm hangin' out da driver side window\nTrynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o\n[Hook]\nPull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nPull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nAnd they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin?\n[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]\nI'm doin' real fine I'm doin' real fine\nIt took a lil' time it was just a hill climb\nAnd now we at the top so let's pose for the pictures\nCause our money longer than the nose of da bitches?\nAnd, and for my shows do ya know what I'm gettin'?\nLike a mansion every night it's fair to say I make a livin'\nAnd hip hop never closed it just wasn't safe to visit\nBut I reopened it I'm bout to break the ribbon\nI see it and I'm in it I do it how you dreamt it\nIce game dumber than O.J. Simpson\nI ride next year check the numbers on the temps and\nHotta than a bitch check the numbers on my temp and ya boyfriend a bitch watch I treat him like a wimp and\nWe are all apes I remember when we were chimps and man, you can bet I'm gon' be limpin\nI'm a be limpin yep\nWhen I hop up out that pretty mothafucka like hello\nHop up out that pretty mothafucka like\nLike when I hop up out that pretty muthafucka like hello\nHop up out that pretty muthafucka like, um [Pre-Hook]\nPu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nArm hangin' out da driver side window\nTrynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o\n[Hook]\nPull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nPull up in that new thang all mellow\nThen hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nHello ma, hey how ya doin'?\nAnd they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Piece by Piece (Radio Mix) with the following description: A radio mix for Kelly Clarkson’s single, ‘Piece by Piece’, was released on iTunes on November 9th, 2015. The difference between the radio mix and the regular version of the song is that the radio mix has more of an upbeat, remixed feel to the song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nPiece by piece\nPiece by piece\n[Verse 1]\nAnd all I remember is your back\nWalking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past\nI traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you\nBegged you to want me, but you didn’t want to\n[Chorus]\nBut piece by piece, he collected me\nUp off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah\nPiece by piece, he filled the holes\nThat you burned in me at six years old\nAnd you know\nHe never walks away, he never asks for money\nHe takes care of me, he loves me\nPiece by piece, he restored my faith\nThat a man can be kind and a father could stay\n[Post-Chorus]\nPiece by piece\n[Verse 2]\nAnd all of your words fall flat\nI made somethin' of myself and now you wanna come back\nBut your love, it isn't free, it has to be earned\nBack then I didn’t have anything you needed, so I was worthless [Chorus]\nBut piece by piece, he collected me\nUp off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah\nPiece by piece, he filled the holes\nThat you burned in me at six years old\nAnd you know\nHe never walks away, he never asks for money\nHe takes care of me, 'cause he loves me\nPiece by piece, he restored my faith\nThat a man can be kind and a father could stay\n[Bridge]\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nPiece by piece\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n[Chorus]\nPiece by piece, I fell far from the tree\nI will never leave her like you left me\nAnd she will never have to wonder her worth\nBecause unlike you, I’m gonna put her first\nAnd you know\nHe'll never walk away, he'll never break her heart\nHe'll take care of things, he'll love her\nPiece by piece, he restored my faith\nThat a man can be kind and a father should be great [Outro]\nPiece by piece" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Street Cred with the following description: On “Street Cred,” Atlanta trap legend Gucci Mane enlists the help of Drake and Killer Mike for an ode to their clout in the streets. The three rappers boast about their exotic lifestyles and confirm their power in their respective hoods.\nThis track marks the first time that all three rappers have appeared on the same track, although Gucci Mane has worked with each rapper individually before. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Gucci Mane (DJ Drama)]\nBustas! (I know) Gansta Grillz, bastards! (I know)\n(It's not fair, I agree, I totally agree, it's not!)\n[Pre-Chorus: Gucci Mane (DJ Drama)]\nIt's Gucci! (hahaha) What's happening? Burr!\nDJ Drama, what's happening? (Mr. Thanksgiving) Gansta Grillz\nGucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci\nIt's Gucci! What's happening? (I'm shivering!) Burr!\nDJ Drama, what's happening? (Ya know what I mean?) Gansta Grillz\nGucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci\nIt's Gucci! What's happening? Burr! (Guccimerica!)\nDJ Drama, what's happening? (We've read this) Gansta Grillz\nGucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci\nHa! (1017) They ain't expect this one\nExpect the unexpected motherfucker\nIt's Gucci!\n[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]\nFrom Zone Six to the SWATS, I'm a keep the block burnin'\nLong as the world keep turnin', money I'm gon' be earnin (hah)\nLost my train of thought, if someone find it, return it\nYou niggas wanna beat me like my children, I'm hearin' (shh)\nYou come between my paper route, that's pass interference\nNow cash interference, I shine just like my earrings (bling)\nIt's $50 K today, twelve bars, a feature appearance\nMy sneaker bill cost more than what you make in a year, man\nDon't near man, there's no one near man, you're like a cheer man\nNo coachin', Gucci the GM and you're the beer man\nDon't try me like I'm a pussy another tin man\nI rap I bust bricks so you can call it R&B man\nGucci! [Bridge: DJ Drama]\nI got a new side job, I'm hip-hop security\nAnd what that means is I'm takin' all credentials\nWhat you say and what you do, accomplishments, accolades\nI'm like the airport, all identification will be checked\nDrama!\n[Verse 2: Drake]\nLook, uh, feelin sorry for the runner up\nI'm still away gettin money when the sun is up\nAnd they keep sayin how they need me to deliver\nCause they hate it when the rookie starters can't put the numbers up\nMaann, hate is so pasé, catch me in a Tom Ford suit on draft day, nigga\nAnd it's just me and my money, ya'll don't even get to play when ya'll are leading by twenty\nYeah, I infiltrated the game, I was hesitant at first and feared what it would change\nNow I'm high of the success and faded off of the fame\nBut still I managed to keep all of my opinions the same\nMan, I am So Far Gone, bitch I'm outta here\nHotter than santa inside rockin nauta wear\nI want it all man, I never learned how to share\nI also can no longer converse with you thousandaires\nWow, I swear I'm killin shit, I'm killin shit\nShoutout to the niggas I just made a couple million with\nYeah, from the beginning to the end\nKnow I'm into making history, not into making friends, motherfuckaa [Bridge: DJ Drama]\nI've seen a lot come and go\nSome niggas was runnin too fast, ran outta breath too quick\nUs over here? We pace ourselves, the finish line is way far ahead\nYou niggas keep gettin cramps in the race, don't pass out, baby!\nLook for me in the rafters!\n[Verse 3: Killer Mike]\nMike bigga baby, it's bigger baby, Gucci, Louis, Prada\nDon Dada, I am hot as the Sahara\nWhat I spit in my saliva is a flow hotter than lava\nWhen I grab a microphone, I flame on like Waka Flocka\nGot a thirty-eight revolver that I call my problem-solver\nI ain't worried bout no rappers, they just talk, they just holler\nWhen that fire hit their ass, they'll walk, they crew will follow\nLike a pimp, I pop my collar, at the prospect of tomorrow\nNaw said life a bitch, so I'm a break her for some dollars\nI will never be a simple, sorry, sucka stuck in squalor\nI will murder ever verse I ever versed to get the guala\nI am cursed since I first dispersed a dime bag of rocka in exchange for a dollar\n[Outro: Gucci Mane]\nAy, to all you other rappers out there\nIf I'm not eatin with ya, and you have an opinion about me\nAlways remember how insignificant your opinion is to the world\nWhether you like, or dislike me, tomorrow's coming\nSo with that said, get on your grind, because it's about time, bitch!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Story of My Life with the following description: “Story Of My Life” was originally performed by One Direction and is featured as the second track from Lissie’s 2014 album Cryin’ To You.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Written on these walls are\nThe stories that I can't explain\nMy heart open\nI'm empty for days\nHe tells me in the morning\nHe don't feel the same about me in his bones\nSeems to me that when I die\nThese words there will be written on my stone\nI'll be gone, gone tonight\nI open wide\nHolding on too tight\nNothing in between\nStory of my life\nHe takes me home\nDrives all night to keep me warm\nCause I'm frozen\nStory of my life\nHe gives me hope\nHe spends my love\nUntil I'm broke on inside\nStory of my life\nWritten on these walls are colors that I can not change\nMy heart's open here in its cage\nAnd in the morning I can see him in the light upon the hill\nI am broken, but untamed, still\nI'll be gone, gone tonight\nI'm burning bright\nI've been holding on too tight\nNothing in between\nStory of my life\nHe takes me home\nDrives all night to keep me warm\nCause I'm frozen\nStory of my life\nHe gives me hope\nHe spends my love\nUntil I'm broken inside\nStory of my life\nStory of my life\nStory of my life" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Trials of Kendrick Lamar with the following description: Kendrick discusses the story behind his new album, To Pimp a Butterfly (set to release on March 23rd, 2015, in an interview with Rolling Stone magazine which will be the cover story for it’s March 2015 issue.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A drizzly Sunday morning in Compton, the sky an un-California-ish gray. Into the parking lot of a local hamburger stand pulls a chromed-out black Mercedes SUV, driven by 27-year-old Kendrick Lamar, arguably the most talented rapper of his generation. there are a half-dozen guys from the neighborhood waiting to meet him: L, Turtle, G-Weed. \"I grew up with all these cats,\" Lamar says. He nods to Mingo, a Compton-born sweetheart who is roughly the size of the truck he arrived in: \"I don't need to hire a bodyguard. Look how fucking big he is!\" The burger joint, Tam's, sits at the corner of Rosecrans and Central, a famous local spot recently made infamous when Suge Knight allegedly ran over two men with his truck in the parking lot, killing one of them. \"Homey died right here,\" G-Weed says, pointing to a dark spot on the asphalt. \"That security camera caught everything. They're building a case.\"\nLamar grew up just six blocks from here, in a little blue three-bedroom house at 1612 137th St. Across the street is the Louisiana Fried Chicken where he used to get the three-piece meal with fries and lemonade; over there is the Rite Aid where he walked to buy milk for his little brothers. Tam's was another hangout. \"This is where I seen my second murder, actually.\" he says. \"Eight years old, walking home from McNair Elementary. Dude was in the drive-thru ordering his food, and homey ran up, \nboom boom\n - smoked him.\" He saw his first murder at age five, a teenage drug dealer gunned down outside Lamar's apartment building. \"After that,\" he says, \"you just get numb to it.\"\nIt's almost noon, but Lamar is just starting his day - having spent a late night in the studio scrambling to finish his new album, \nTo Pimp a Butterfly\n, which has to be done in five days. He's dressed casually in a gray hoodie, maroon sweatpants, and white socks with black slides, but recognizable enough that an old lady in line decides to tease him while complaining about the heat inside. \"Y'all need to put the air conditioner on,\" she calls to the manager. \"Kendrick Lamar is here!\"\nLamar may be a two-time Grammy winner with a platinum debut executive-produced by Dr. Dre, and with fans from Kanye West to Taylor Swift. But here at Tam's, he's also Kendrick Duckworth, Paula and Kenny's son. Inside, a middle-aged woman who just left church comes up and gives him a hug, and he buys lunch for a cart-toting lady he knows used to be a harmless crack addict. (\"She used to chase us with sticks and stuff, he says.) Outside, an old man in a motorized wheelchair scoots over to introduce himself. He says he moved here in 1951, when Compton was still majority-white. \"Back in the day, we had the baddest cars in L.A.,\" he says. \"I just wanted you to know where you came from. It's a hell of a neighborhood.\"\nOn his breakthrough album, 2012's \ngood kid, m.A.A.d City\n, Lamar made his name by chronicling this neighborhood, vividly evoking a specific place (this same stretch of Rosecrans) and a specific time (in the summer of 2004, between 10th and 11th grade). It was a concept album about adolescence, told with cinematic precision through the eyes of someone young enough to recall every detail (as in: \"Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota/A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, one orange soda\")\nLamar's parents moved here from Chicago in 1984, three years before Kendrick was born. His dad, Kenny Duckworth, was reportedly running with a South Side street gang called the Gangster Disciples, so his mom, Paula Oliver, issued an ultimatum. \"She said, 'I can't fuck with you if you ain't trying to better yourself,'\" Lamar recounts. \"'We can't be in the streets forever.'\" They stuffed their clothes in two black garbage bags and boarded a train to California with $500. \"They were going to go to San Bernardino,\" Lamar says. \"But my Auntie Tina was in Compton. She got 'em a hotel until they got on their feet, and my mom got a job at McDonald's.\" For the first couple of years, they slept in their car or motels, or in the park when it was hot enough. \"Eventually, they saved enough money to get their first apartment, and that's when they had me.\"\nLamar has a lot of good memories of Compton as a kid: riding bikes, doing back flips off friends' roofs, sneaking into the living room during his parents' house parties. (\"I'd catch him in the middle of the dance floor with his shirt off,\" his mom says. \"Like, 'What the...? Get back in that room!'\") Then there's one of his earliest memories - \nthe afternoon of April 29th, 1992, the first day of the South Central riots\nKendrick was four. \"I remember riding with my pops down Bullis Road, and looking out the window and seeing motherfuckers just \nrunning\n,\" he says. \"I can see smoke. We stop, and my pops goes into the AutoZone and comes out rolling four tires. I know he didn't buy them. I'm like, 'What's going on?'\" (Says Kenny, \"We were all taking stuff. That's the way it was in the riots!\")\n\"Then we get to the house,\" Lamar continues, \"and him and my uncles are like, 'We fixing to get this, we fixing to get that, we fixing to get \nall\n this shit!' I'm thinking they're robbing. There's some real mayhem going on in L.A. Then, as time progresses, I'm watching the news, hearing about Rodney King and all this, I said to my mom, 'So the police beat up a black man, and now everybody's mad? Ok. I get it now.'\"\nWe've been sitting on the patio a while when Lamar sees someone he knows at the bus stop. \"Matt Jeezy! What up, bro?\" Matt Jeezy nods. \"That's my boy,\" Lamar says. \"He's part of the inner circle.\" Lamar has a few friends like this, guys he's known all his life. But often he'd rather be by himself\n\"He was always a loner,\" Kendrick's mom says. Lamar agrees: \"I was always in the corner of the room watching.\" He has two little brothers and one younger sister, but until he was seven, he was an only child. He was so precocious his parents nicknamed him Man-Man. \"I grew up fast as fuck,\" he says. \"My moms used to walk me home from school - we didn't have no car - and we'd talk from the county building to the welfare office.\" \"He would ask me questions about Section 8 and the Housing Authority, so I'd explain it to him,\" his mom says. \"I was keeping it real.\"\nThe Duckworths survived on welfare and food stamps, and Paula did hair for $20 a head. His dad had a job at KFC, but at a certain point, says Lamar, \"I realized his work schedule wasn't really adding up.\" It wasn't until later that he suspected Kenny was probably making money off the streets. \"They wanted to keep me innocent,\" Lamar says now. \"I love them for that.\" To this day, he and his dad have never discussed it. \"I don't know what type of demons he has,\" Lamar says, \"but I don't wanna bring them shits up.\" (Says Kenny, \"I don't want to talk about that bad time. But I did what I had to do.\")\nThere's a famous \nstory from Tom Petty's childhood in which a 10-year-old Tom sees Elvis shooting a movie near his hometown in Florida, takes on look at the white Cadillac and the girls, and decides to become a rock star on the spot.\n Lamar has a similar story - only for him it's sitting on his dad's shoulders outside the Compton Swap Meet, age eight, watching Dr. Dre and 2Pac shoot a video for \"California Love.\" \"I want to say they were in a white Bentley,\" Lamar says. (It was actually black.) \"These motorcycle cops trying to conduct traffic but one almost scraped the car, and Pac stood up on the passenger seat, like, 'Yo, what the fuck!'\" He laughs. \"Yelling at the police, just like on his motherfucking songs. He gave us what we wanted.\" Being a rapper was far from preordained for Lamar. As late as middle school, he had a noticeable stutter. \"Just certain words,\" he says. \"It came when I was excited or in trouble.\" He loved basketball - he was short, but quick - and dreamed of making it to the NBA. But in seventh grade, an English teacher named Mr. Inge turned him on to poetry - rhymes, metaphors, double-entendres - and Lamar fell in love. \"You could put all your feelings down on a sheet of paper, and they'd make sense to you,\" he says. \"I liked that.\"\nAt home, Lamar started writing non-stop. \"We used to wonder what he was doing with all that paper,\" his dad says. \"I thought he was doing homework! I didn't know he was writing lyrics.\" \"I had never heard him say profanity before,\" says his mom. \"Then I found his little rap lyrics, and it was all 'Eff you.' 'D-i-c-k.' I'm like, 'Oh, my God! Kendrick's a cusser!'\"\nAn A student, Lamar flirted with the idea of going to college. \"I could have went. I should have went.\" (He still might: \"It's always in the back of my mind. It's not too late.\") But by the time he was in high school, he was running with a bad crowd. This is the crew he raps about on \ngood kid, m.A.A.d City\n - the ones doing robberies, home invasions, running from the cops\nOnce his mom found a bloody hospital gown, from a trip he took to the ER with \"one of his little homeys who got smoked.\" Another time she found him curled up crying in the front yard. She thought he was sad because his grandmother had just died: \"I didn't know somebody had shot at him.\" One night, the police knocked on their door and said he was involved in an incident in their neighborhood, and his parents, in a bout of tough love, kicked him out for two days. \"And that's a scary thing,\" Lamar says, \"because you might not come back.\"\nAfter a couple of hours, the mood on Rosecrans starts to shift. An ambulance roars by, sirens blaring. In the middle of the street, a homeless man is shouting at passing cars. Lamar starts to grow uneasy, his eyes glancing at the corners. I ask if everything's OK. \"It's the temperature,\" he says. \"It's uh, raising a little bit.\" A few minutes later, one of his friends - who's been cruising back and forth on his bicycle all afternoon, \"patrolling the perimeter\" - calls out, \"Rollers!\" and a few seconds later, two L.A. County sherrif cruisers round the corner. \"There they go,\" Lamar says, as they hit their lights and take off\nAs a teenager, \"the majority of my interactions with police were not good,\" Lamar says. \"There were a few good ones who were actually protecting the community. But then you have ones from the Valley. They never met me in their life, but since I'm a kid in basketball shorts and a white T-shirt, they wanna slam me on the hood of the car. Sixteen years old,\" he says, nodding toward the street. \"Right there by that bus stop. Even if he's not a good kid, that don't give you the right to slam a minor on the ground, or pull a pistol on him.\"\nLamar says he's had police pull guns on him on two occasions. The first was when he was 17, cruising around Compton with his friend Moose. He says a cop spotted their flashy green Camaro and pulled them over, and when Moose couldn't find his license fast enough, the cop pulled a gun. \"He literally put the beam on my boy's head,\" Lamar recalls. \"I remember driving off in a silence, feeling violated, and him being so angry a tear dropped from his eye.\" The story of the second time is murkier: Lamar won't say what he and his friends were up to, only that a cop drew his gun and they ran. \"We was in the wrong,\" he admits. \"But we just kids. It's not worth pulling your gun out over. Especially when we running away.\"\nFriends of his weren't so lucky. Just after midnight on June 13th, 2007, officers from the LAPD's Southeast Division responded to a domestic-violence call on East 120th Street, about five minutes from Lamar's house. There, they found his good friend D.T. allegedly holding a 10-inch knife. According to police, D.T. charged, and an officer opened fire, killing him. \"It never really quite added up,\" Lamar says. \"But here's the crazy thing. Normally when we find out somebody got killed, the first thing we say is 'Who did it? Where we gotta go?' It's a gang altercation. But this time it was the police - the biggest gang in California. You'll never win against them.\"\nOn an otherwise positive song called \"Hiiipower,\" from his 2011 mixtape \nSection.80\n, Lamar rapped, \"I got my finger on the motherfucking pistol/Aim it at a pig, Charlotte's Web is going to miss you.\" It's an unsettling line, especially coming from a rapper who often subverts gangster tropes but rarely trafficks in them. \"I was angry,\" he says. \"To be someone with a good heart, and to still be harassed as a kid...it took a toll on me. Soon you're just saying, 'Fuck everything.' That line was me getting those frustrations out. And I'm glad I could get them out with a pen and a paper.\"\nAbout three years ago, Lamar was flipping through the channels on his tour bus when he saw on the news a report that a 16-year old named Trayvon Martin had been shot to death in a Florida subdivision. \"It just put a whole new anger inside me,\" Lamar says. \"It made me remember how I felt. Being harassed, my partners being killed.\" He grabbed a pen and started writing, and within an hour, he had rough verses for a new song, \"The Blacker the Berry\":\nComing from the bottom of mankind\nMy hair is nappy, my dick is big\nMy nose is round and wide\nYou hate me, don't you?\nYou hate my people\nYour plan is to terminate my culture...\nBut as soon as Lamar wrote, he also started thinking about his own time in the streets and \"all the wrong I've done.\" So he started writing a new verse, in which he turned the microscope on himself. How can he criticize America for killing young black men, he asks, when young black men are often just as good at it? As the song's narrator put it, \"Why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street/When gangbanging make me kill a nigga blacker than me?/Hypocrite\"\nWhen it was finally released last month, the song sparked a rash of think pieces, with some listeners saying Lamar was ignoring the real problem: the systemic racism that created the conditions for black-on-black crime in the first place. Coupled with a recent \nBillboard\n interview in which Lamar seemed to suggest that some of the responsibility for preventing killings like that of Michael Brown lay with black people themselves, some fans thought he sounded like a right-wing apologist. \nThe rapper Azealia Banks called his comments \"the dumbest shit I've ever heard a black man say.\"\nLamar says he's not an idiot. \"I know the history,\" he says. \"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking from a personal standpoint. I'm talking about gangbanging\nHe grew up surrounded by gangs. Some of his close friends were West Side Pirus, a local Blood affiliate, and his mom says her brothers were Compton Crips. One of his uncles did a 15-year stretch for robbery, and another is locked up now for the same; \nhis Uncle Tony, meanwhile, was shot in the head at a burger stand when kendrick was a boy.\n But Lamar says he was taught that change starts from within. \"My moms always told me: 'How long you gonna play the victim?'\" he says. \"I can say I'm mad and I hate everything, but nothing really changes until I change myself. So no matter how much bullshit we've been through as a community, I'm strong enough to say fuck that, and acknowledge myself and my own struggles.\"\nWhen Lamar released the new album's first single, \"i,\" last September, many fans weren't sure what to make of it. A blast of pop positivity that samples an Isley Brothers hit recently heard soundtracking a Swiffer commercial, it felt like an odd move for Lamar, who's known for more complex fare. People called it corny, mocked its feel-good, \"Happy\"-style chorus (\"I love myself!\"). \"I know people might think that means I'm conceited or something,\" Lamar says. \"No. It means I'm depressed.\"\nLamar is sitting in the Santa Monica recording studio where he made much of his new album, dressed in a charcoal sweatsuit and Reeboks. His baseball cap is pulled low over his sprouting braids, and he speaks softly and thoughtfully, with long pauses between sentences\n\"I've woken up in the morning and felt like shit,\" he says. \"Feeling guilty. Feeling angry. Feeling regretful. As a kid from Compton, you can get all the success in the world and still question your worth.\"\nLamar says he intended \"i\" as a \"Keep Ya Head Up\"-style message for his friends in the penitentiary.\n But he also wrote it for himself, to ward off dark thoughts. \"My partner Jason Estrada told me, 'If you don't attack it, it will attack you,'\" Lamar says. \"If you sit around moping, feeling sad and stagnant, it's gonna eat you alive. I had to make that record. It's a reminder. It makes me feel good.\"\nLamar also points out that the fans who scratched their heads at \"i\" had yet to hear \"u\" - its counterpoint on the album. \"'i' is the answer to 'u,'\" he says. The latter is four and a half minutes of devastating honesty, with Lamar almost sopping over a discordant beat, berating himself about his lack of confidence and calling himself \"a fucking failure.\" It's the sound of a man staring into the mirror and hating what he sees, punctuated by a self-aware hook: \"Loving you is complicated.\"\n\"That was one of the hardest songs I had to write,\" he says. \"There's some very dark moments in there. All my insecurities and selfishness and letdowns. That shit is depressing as a motherfucker. But it helps, though,\" he says. \"It helps.\"\nLamar has documented his inner struggles before, most notably on \"Swimming Pools,\" from \ngood kid\n, which explores his past troubles with alcohol and his family's history of addiction. But once he got successful, he says, things got more difficult, not less. One of his biggest issues was self esteem - accepting that he deserved to be where he was. And some of that came from his discomfort around white people\n\"I'm going to be 100 percent real with you,\" Lamar says. \"In all my days of schooling, from preschool all the way up to 12th grade, there was not one white person in my class. Literally zero.\" Before he started touring, he had barely left Compton; when he finally did, the culture shock threw him. \"Imagine only discovering that when you're 25,\" Lamar says. \"You're around people you don't know how to communicate with. You don't speak the same lingo. It brings confusion and insecurity. Questioning how did I get here, what am I doing? That was a cycle I had to break quick. But at the same time, you're excited, because you're in a different environment. The world keeps going outside the neighborhood.\"\nThe week \ngood kid\n was released, Lamar began keeping a diary. \"It really came from the conversations I had with Dre,\" he says. \"Hearing him tell stories about all these moments, and how it went by like \nthat\n\" - he snaps. \"I didn't want to forget how I was feeling when my album dropped, or when I went back to Compton.\"\nLamar ended up filling multiple notebooks. \"There's a lot of weird shit in there,\" he says. \"Lot of drawings, visuals.\" Where as \ngood kid\n was an exercise in millennial nostalgia, \nTo Pimp a Butterfly\n is firmly in the present. It's his take on what it means to be young and black in America today - and more specifically, what it means to be Kendrick Lamar, navigating success, expectation and his own self-doubt\nMusically, the album - at least the half that he's comfortable sharing so far - is adventurous, borrowing from free jazz and 1970s funk. \nLamar says he listened to a lot of Miles Davis and Parliament.\n His producer Mark \"Sounwave\" Spears, who's known Lamar since he was 16, says, \"Every producer I've ever met was sending me stuff - but there was a one-in-a-million chance you could send us a beat that actually fit what we were doing.\" Ali says Lamar works synesthetically - \"He talks in colors all the time: 'Make it sound purple.' 'Make it sound light green.'\"\nBut of all the album's colors, the most prominent is black. There are allusions to the entire sweep of African-American history, from the dispora to the cotton fields to the Harlem renaissance to Obama. \"Mortal Man\" (inspired in part by a 2014 trip to South Africa) name-checks leaders from Mandela to MLK all the way back to moses. On \"King Kunta,\" a stomping blast of James Brown funk, he imagines himself as the titular slave from \nRoots\n, shouting the punchline \"Everybody wanna cut the legs off him!/Black man taking no losses!\"\nHanging over it all, of course, are the tragedies of the past three years: Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice. Says Sounwave, \"To me, the album is perfect for right now. If the world was happy, maybe we'd give you a happy album. But right now, we are not happy.\"\nLamar - who calls the album \"fearful, honest and unapologetic\" - is coy about what the title means. \"Just putting the word 'pimp' next to 'butterfly'...\" he says, then laughs. \"It's a trip. That's something that will be a phrase forever. It'll be taught in college courses - I truly believe that.\" I ask if he's the pimp or the butterfly, and he just smiles. \"I could be both,\" he says\nOn the last day of February, Lamar and two dozen loved ones are gathered at a $6 million mansion in Calabasas, for a surprise birthday party for Sounwave. The estate belongs to \"Top Dawg\" Tiffeth, part of a group of properties so exclusive they're protected by two security gates, the second presumably to keep out the riff-raff inhabiting the mansions inside the first. NBA star Paul Pierce lives across the street, and multiple Kardashians live around the block. There's probably a million dollars in this driveway,\" says Lamar's tour manager, a friendly dude named retOne, as he surveys the Audis, Benzes and Range Rovers out front\nLamar lives down the coast with his longtime girlfriend, Whitney (he has called her his \"best friend\"), in a tri-level condo he rents in the South Bay, on the water. He still hasn't splurged on much: So far his biggest purchase is a relatively modest house in the suburbs east of L.A., which he bought for his parents more than a year ago. Top Dawg says that at first his mom didn't want to take it, because it meant giving up their Section 8 status. Kendrick had to reassure her: \"It's OK, Mom. We're good.\" (\"It was hard times, and we've been through a lot,\" says Kenny. \"But like Drake said: 'We started from the bottom, now we're here.'\")\nIn the kitchen, the girls are snacking and chatting, while the guys are in the home theater watching the new Kobe documentary. In the dining room, Lamar is talking to Sounwave and his manager Dave Free, trying to make last-minute changes to the record that's due out in two weeks\nEventually, Whitney comes in and rests her hand on Lamar's shoulder. \"They're about the blow out the candles,\" she says. Everyone moves into the kitchen to sing \"Happy Birthday\" to Sounwave, and Lamar stands beside Whitney, his arm around her waist. They look happy. Sounwave is about to blow out the candles when someone tells him to make a wish - but before he can, Lamar jumps in and makes one for him. \"I wish,\" he says, smiling, \"for hot beats!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Vacía Sin Mí with the following description: “Vacía Sin Mí” es el cuarto sencillo del álbum Nibiru, de Ozuna. Fue lanzado el día 14 de marzo, un día después de que el cantante cumpliera 27 años. Según escribió en Instagram, esta canción es un regalo de cumpleaños que él le hace a sus fanáticos:\nLes tengo un regalo de cumpleaños!! La quieren escuchar???? 💥💥💥 #vaciaSinMi @dimelovi @darell @sonymusiclatin ESTAMOS READY ???\nOzuna anunció y lanzó varios adelantos de este sencillo recién el 13 de marzo a través de Instagram, por lo que se trató de un lanzamiento sorpresa.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Letra de \"Vacía Sin Mí\" ft. Darell]\n[Pre-Coro: Ozuna]\nSalen a flote (Woh, oh, oh)\nTus sentimiento' cuando tú me ve' (Cuando tú me ve')\nNo me busque' la vuelta\nYa te superé (Ya te superé)\nTu me fallaste a mí\nEl karma a ti te la jugó (La jugó, oh, oh)\nAhora quiere' volver (Yeah)\nPorque no se te dio\n[Coro: Ozuna]\nTe siente' vacía sin mí (-cía sin mí)\nTe molesta que tu' amiga' quieran de mí también (Quieran de mí; yeah)\nBaby, no venga' a pelear si me ve' con otra (Ve' con otra)\nNo te quiero a mi lado si va' a dañar nota (Dañar nota)\nPorque te siente' vacía sin mí (-cía sin mí)\nTe molesta que tus amiga' quieran de mí también (Quieran de mí; woh, oh, woh, oh)\nBaby, no venga' a pelear si me ve' con otra (Ve' con otra)\nNo te quiero a mi lado si va' a dañar nota (Dañar nota)\n[Verso 1: Darell]\n(Everybody go to the discotek!)\nCuando tú naciste te maldicieron (Eso e' así)\nMami, Dios bendiga a los doctore' por el culo que te hicieron (Pa' que sepa)\nBendecí'os lo' que te metieron (Por ley)\nY arrepentí'os lo' que te perdieron (Hah, hah)\nVete lejo', que yo te supero\nQue te quede claro, bebecita, que de amor yo no me muero\nLa' cuenta' 'tán de flow de pelotero (Oh, oh)\nY tú ere' puta y me sobran los cuero' (¡Ra-ta-ta-tá!)\nYo te vo'a meter un pa'l de embuste'\nTe vo'a apagar el celu pa' que tú te asuste' (Pa' que sepa)\nMe vo'a dar una perdí'a pa' que, mami, tú te busque'\nAsí que mejor 'tate quieta, no creo que eso te guste (¡Ra-ta-ta-tá!)\nLo que está quieto, se deja quieto (Sí, sí)\nAsí que no me falte' el respeto (Oh, oh)\nNo me pregunte' a quién yo se lo meto\nContigo acá soy feli', pero no feliz completo [Coro: Ozuna]\nTe siente' vacía sin mí (-cía sin mí)\nTe molesta que tu' amiga' quieran de mí también (Quieran de mí; yeah)\nBaby, no venga' a pelear si me ve' con otra (Ve' con otra)\nNo te quiero a mi lado si va' a dañar nota (Dañar nota)\nPorque te siente' vacía sin mí (-cía sin mí)\nTe molesta que tu' amiga' quieran de mí también (Quieran de mí; yeah)\nBaby, no venga' a pelear si me ve' con otra (Ve' con otra)\nNo te quiero a mi lado si va' a dañar nota (Dañar nota)\n[Verso 2: Ozuna & \nDarell\n]\n(Woh, oh, oh; Ozuna)\nBebecita, la nota no me la baje'\nQue tengo do' italiana' que quieren que yo las trabaje (Eh-eh)\nSi te pasa', te cobro peaje\nDale, Darell, que to'a esta' gente no aguantan el entourage (\n¡Ra-ta-ta-tá!\n)\nSon tre' melone' en prenda', no te sorprenda'\nEn la Lambo' me voy pa' la tienda, pa' que me entienda'\nOtro Porsche no me vendan\nQue en la Bugatti me llamaron que me llegó la jodienda\n[Puente: Ozuna]\nAy, bebecita, e' pa' buscarte (Buscarte)\nTú sabe' lo que yo quiero darte (Quiero darte)\nTú y yo nos vamo' bien aparte (Aparte)\nHay un par de cosa' que contarte (Eh-eh)\nAy, bebecita, e' pa' buscarte (Buscarte)\nTú sabe' lo que yo quiero darte (Quiero aparte)\nTú y yo nos vamo' bien aparte (Aparte)\nTengo un par de cosa' que contarte (Cosa' que contarte) [Pre-Coro: Ozuna]\nSalen a flote\nTus sentimiento' cuando tú me ve' (Me ve')\nNo me busque' la vuelta\nYa te superé (-é)\nTu me fallaste a mí\nEl karma a ti te la jugó (Jugó)\nAhora quiere' volver\nPorque no se te dio\n[Coro: Ozuna]\nTe siente' vacía sin mí (-cía sin mí)\nTe molesta que tu' amiga' quieran de mí también (Quieran de mí; yeah)\nBaby, no venga' a pelear si me ve' con otra (Ve' con otra)\nNo te quiero a mi lado si va' a dañar nota (Dañar nota)\nPorque te siente' vacía sin mí (-cía sin mí)\nTe molesta que tu' amiga' quieran de mí también (Quieran de mí; yeah)\nBaby, no venga' a pelear si me ve' con otra (Ve' con otra)\nNo te quiero a mi lado si va' a dañar nota (Dañar nota)\n[Outro: Ozuna & \nDarell\n]\n(\nTe siente' vacía sin mí\n)\nOzuna\nDarell (\nTe molesta que tu' amiga' quieran de mí también\n)\nNibiru\nHydro\nJowny, jaja (Baby, no venga' a pelear si me ve' con otra)\nHi Music Hi Flow, oh, oh (\nOh-oh, oh-oh\n)\nDíselo, Luian\nMambo Kingz\nDimelo Vi\nUoh-oh, oh-oh" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Talk About Our Love with the following description: “Talk About Our Love” is the lead single from Afrodisiac. The R&B and hip-hop song is about a relationship that lacks support from family and friends. The single was a moderate success; peaking at number thirty-six on the Billboard Hot 100 and the top-thirty in Australia, Ireland, and the Netherlands. The Dave-Meyers directed music video debuted on May 2, 2004 at the end of its Making the Video episode on MTV. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Brandy]\nWhat'd ya hear this time?\nGo on and speak your mind\nI know somebody's lyin'\nIt's always somethin'\nHer auntie told your cousin\nThen all your homies jumped in\nAnd now, the whole hood's buzzin'\nWhen he say, she say\nDon't let it get in your head\nBaby, don't say something that you will regret\nI'm on your team\nIt's us against them, you'll see\nAnd we ain't gon' stop\nThey just want what we got\n[Chorus: Brandy]\nThe more they talk about our love\nThe more they make it obvious\nThe more they seem so envious (Hey-yeah)\nHow can they talk about our love (They don't know)\nWhen they don't know one thing about us? (No, no)\nInstead, they just runnin' their mouths\nSo, all we do is tune them out\n[Verse 2: Brandy]\nI swear, they got some nerve\nSpreadin' what they heard\nI can't give them no burn\nI can't be concerned with all that talk\nI won't be involved, that's my word\nSee, I'm not the one\nThey got me confused\nThey got me messed up\nDon't you think I've had enough?\nWhen it comes to what we do\nAll that matters is us two\nDon't pay them no mind\nWe just gon' show and prove [Chorus: Brandy]\nThe more they talk about our love (Hey, yeah-eah)\nThe more they make it obvious\nThe more they seem so envious (Baby)\nHow can they talk about our love (Why you talkin' about me?)\nWhen they don't know one thing about us?\nInstead, they just runnin' their mouths\nSo, all we do is tune them out (Kanye)\n[Verse 3: Kanye West]\nUh, it's a couple of things I can't honor, man\nHow you listen to a girl that still want a man?\nTell me the truth, is that a man or Juwanna Mann?\nI'm wonderin', why she \"ret ta go\" like Wanda then?\nWhen we met you was a V like Madonna, man\nNow you in the field, runnin' plays like Donovan\nMcNabb,\n before you get in a cab\nI traded my cash, just to take it \nback to last summer,\n man\nYou don't remember when you was my sweetest?\nYou don't remember I called you Reese's Pieces?\n'Cause it's no wrong way to do you know what\nShe turned around, giggled, said \"You so nuts!\"\nBut nowadays, we actin' way too grown up\nLike, \"how ya ex-girl get that new number?\"\nThe rumors was so numerous\nFor stickin' by me, I had to give you two thumbs up\nAnd that's why [Chorus: Brandy]\nThe more they talk about our love\nThe more they make it obvious\nThe more they seem so envious\nHow can they talk about our love (People shouldn't talk about our love)\nWhen they don't know one thing about us? (No)\nInstead, they just runnin' their mouths (Whoo)\nSo, all we do is tune them out (Go on, oh-oh)\nThe more they talk about our love (Tune it out, baby)\nThe more they make it obvious\nThe more they seem so envious (Whoo-whoo, ay)\nHow can they talk about our love (Let's not talk about it, baby)\nWhen they don't know one thing about us?\nInstead, they just runnin' their mouths\nSo, all we do is tune them out (I don't wanna hear it no more)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Disco Maghreb with the following description: A song and video that connects DJ Snake back to his roots, “Disco Maghreb” is inspired by the iconic Algerian record label of the same name.\n— Dj Snake’s Official Music Video Description. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse]\nاه، اه، اه، اه، اه، اه، اه\nأيوا، أيوا، زيد وحدة، زيد وحدة\nرڭادة، رڭادة، رڭادة، رڭادة، رڭادة\nشطح ردح، شطح ردح، يا بابا، شطح ردح، شطح ردح\nأيوا، أيوا\nاه، اه، اه، اه\nإلعب، إلعب، أرواح، أرواح\nإلعب، إلعب، أرواح، أرواح\nإلعب، إلعب، أرواح، أرواح\nعليك، عليك، عليك، عليك، عليك، عليك\n[Outro]\nواحد، زوج، تلاتة عود\nواحد، زوج، تلاتة عود\nواحد، زوج، تلاتة عود\nواحد، زوج، ارة ارة ارة\nارة ارة ارة" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Love Somebody with the following description: On “Love Somebody,” Lauv describes his love for his ex-lover and also blames himself for the unforeseen epilogue.\nIn the song, Lauv features his signature slow guitar-riffs, smooth drums, and his soothing soft vocal.\nLauv released the song along with his four-song project, Without You. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nWhy do I do this?\nPick you up and put you down and put you through this\n[Verse]\nStarted off as a good thing, a sure thing\nYou held back, but I know\nIn the moment our lips touched\nThe rush sent us straight to the moon\nI should've known that we'd be coming down\nRight to the bottom where we are now, mmm\nStarted off as a good thing, a sure thing\nWhat the hell did I do? Yeah\n[Chorus]\nEvery time I think I love somebody\nAlways find a way to throw it all away\nI don't ever wanna hurt nobody\nI don't wanna be the one to say\nThat we gotta have a conversation\nI don't wanna watch the tears roll down your face\nNo, I hurt you and I, I'm sorry\nAll I wanted was to love somebody\n[Post-Chorus]\nWhy do I do this?\nPick you up and put you down and put you through this [Verse]\nStarted off as a good thing, a sure thing\nYou held back, but I know\nIn the moment our lips touched\nThe rush sent us straight to the moon\nI should've known that we'd be coming down\nRight to the bottom where we are now, mmm\nStarted off as a good thing, a sure thing\nWhat the hell did I do? Yeah\n[Chorus]\nEvery time I think I love somebody\nAlways find a way to throw it all away\nI don't ever wanna hurt nobody\nI don't wanna be the one to say\nThat we gotta have a conversation\nI don't wanna watch the tears roll down your face\nNo, I hurt you and I, I'm sorry\nAll I wanted was to love somebody\n[Post-Chorus]\nWhy do I do this?\nPick you up and put you down and put you through this\nWhy do I do this?\nPick you up and put you down and put you through this\nWhy do I do this? (Every time I think I love somebody)\nPick you up and put you down and put you through this (Always find a way to throw it all away)\nWhy do I do this? (I don't ever wanna hurt nobody)\nPick you up and put you down and put you through this (I don't wanna be the one to say) [Outro]\nThat we gotta have a conversation\nI don't wanna watch the tears roll down your face\nNo, I hurt you and I, I'm sorry\nAll I wanted was to love somebody" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Side Pieces with the following description: “Side Pieces” is a song Drake and Brian McKnight performed at the 2014 ESPY Awards\nExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Drake]\nSide pieces\nI know that you're watching this from home\nI can't wait to see you on the road\nCheering from the shadows I hear you calling out\nWifey sees a text and asks what's this all about\nI tell her you're just a friend\nA lot of these guys are dying for this song to end\nI'm asking would you be mine\nWould you get on this flight to Cleveland, Ohio at 2:45\nI had a rough game I took two shots I was 0 for 2\nTough day I need that one thing only you can do\nSkylar this is the one thing that I'd be for you\nThis goes out to all my side pieces\nSide pieces, side pieces\nThis goes out to all my side pieces\nYou know that you'll never be the main one\nCity to city I see you we're in the same one\nSide pieces, side\nLos Angeles I want you to make some noise for the real king of side pieces Brian McKnight one time\n[Verse 2: Brian McKnight]\nThis is dedicated to all of the side pieces\nI know you'll never be more\nAnd you'll always be less\nBut there's comfort in knowing that you're okay being second best\nI already got a starter but I'm looking for the rest of my team\nSide pieces in training go on and wave your hands for Drake and me\n(Don't be embarrassed)\nSide pieces where you at?\n(Probably in the top balcony)\nI know you're not down here in front of us you got to be way back in the back\n(They can't even see us)\nSide pieces go on and be, side pieces yeah\nSide pieces" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Take It to the Bed with the following description: Evan proves he’s not a little kid in ‘Take it to The Bed’. This song is from his debut mixtape A Fresh Start. This song samples the lyrics from Tank’s Celebration (Remix).Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Intro:\nGlowing, glowing your body is glowing x2\nVerse 1:\nDamn, your body's glowing\nI can’t contain myself\nWanna be all over that body\nAnd claim it for myself\nCome & wrap your thighs all around my waist\nBaby please on my cheek just a taste\nHave a seat on the couch\nSomewhere you can’t be missin’\nLet me stare at you, then close the gap\nAnd babe, when we done our kissin’\nChorus:\nHow about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet love instead (of talking it out)\nHow about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet love instead (of yelling and screaming and pleading)\nYou know I’m not known for my patience\nI want your body and its beautiful fragrance\nSo how about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet, sweet love Verse 2:\nFrom your head to your toes\nI know your body knows\nYou want me too just as bad as I want you\nAnd you think you’ll like it too\nThe way I'll hit your spot\nGirl I'll get your heart unlocked\nSay my name don't ever stop\nJust one night is not enough\nYou know I don't mean no harm\nI love to have you in my arms\nGlowing brighter than the stars\nNow this bed is hotter than on mars\nChorus:\nHow about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet love instead (of talking it out)\nHow about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet love instead (of yelling and screaming and pleading)\nYou know I’m not known for my patience\nI want your body and its beautiful fragrance\nSo how about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet, sweet love\nBreak Bridge:\nYour body’s like my favourite holiday\nLike the eve of something big & I can hardly wait\nGet ready cause I'm gonna give it\nYou gonna get it\nRemember how I did it\n(Baby)\nChorus x2:\nHow about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet love instead (of talking it out)\nHow about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet love instead (of yelling and screaming and pleading)\nYou know I’m not known for my patience\nI want your body and its beautiful fragrance\nSo how about we take it to the bed\nAnd make some sweet, sweet love" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called X-Ecutioner Style with the following description: On track 8 of their debut remix album, LP add another gem to their impressive list of collaborations by teaming up with legendary MC, lead singer and co-founder of The Roots, Tariq Trotter aka Black Thought.\nThe song consists of a single verse with distorted vocals provided by Chester Bennington and distortions from LP’s DJ and turntablist, Joe Hahn.\nChester’s vocals sample tracks 2, 10 & 11 out of the band’s debut, Hybrid Theory. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Chester Bennington]\nFrom the top, from the top\nFrom the top, from the top\nFrom the top, from the top\nFrom the top, from the top\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up! \n(When I'm talking to you!)\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!\nI'm about to...\nWasn't that fun? Let's try something else\n[Verse: Black Thought]\nForty-five caliber killer\n, but out of the Phila-\n-dela thriller show you brothers how you not a guerilla\nSmooth talkin', fully automatic weapon concealer\nTaste thriller, great fillers, hit 'em with the bounce filler\nFilthy stinkin', standin' on solid ground and still be sinkin'\nSubmergin' in the Parks and still be Linkin\nPluck beef when it starts, but fuck your thinkin'\nIt's not a mirage\nI rip the motherfuckin' track up from out the garage\nWhere I'm hip to the duck, but it's hard to dodge\nIn the back of that spine where my darts is lodged\nThought flippin' straight up, rippin' apart your squad\nX-Ecutioner style, that cuts and blends\nLike a syringe, we bangin' you in each of your limbs\nSee me comin' through your party hard, without no bodyguard\nSmokin' somethin', stompin' on each of your Timbs\nI'm the B to the L, the A, the C-King (Uh-huh)\nAnd when it comes to plannin' the Thought, keep thinkin' that [Outro: Chester Bennington]\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!\nShut up!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Starstruck with the following description: “Starstruck” is a collaboration between Big Sean and Santigold that appears on Sean’s second official project Finally Famous Vol. 2: UKNOWBIGSEAN. On the track, Sean boasts about his burgeoning rap career and newfound success, while describing the perks of becoming rich and famous. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Hook]\nDo it again and i'll see you tomorrow\nI wanna get it, You've got something to borrow\nGive me, Give me right of my own\nCause when I throw you on again\nI buy it but it don't measure up\nWhat is the missing ingredient\nI, I see you fade\nI, I see you fade away\nI, I see you fade\nI, I see you fade away\n[Verse: Big Sean]\nYea, Yea, Aye\nI went from no Role Models to onto Road Models\nSo please do not tell me who the hell I should follow\nI used to watch Puff pop gold bottles\nNow they see anotha' Sean pop more bottles\nBitch I go full force, Skywalker\nYou, You Lukewarm.. I am your father\nSometimes you need a new deal depending on your cards\nBut if you talkin bout' the right cards\nMy hand is\n Hallmark\nAnd naw I caint' tell you my secret\nCause if I did then you wouldn't need me bitch B.I.G. known so widly. ( Wat.? )\nI went and threw away my I.D" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Do What You Do with the following description: At the time of recording this song, Drake was a young rapper who is aiming for a successful career through making underground internet mixtapes.\nThe remix of the song was included in an other version of the mixtape, which was released in 2009, With 11 selected songs in addition to that remix. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nStance on lean, leg up on the wall\nMy niggas chill, why you niggas wanna ball\nI'm satisfied with a little, why you niggas want it all\nYou waiting for the spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall\nBut uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do\nDo's what you do, I do what I do\n[Verse 1]\nGetting down tonight if they say you cuttin'\nA lot of dudes in my city, they ain't saying nothin'\nA lot of records from here, they get no play\nAnd these labels don't give advances so you get no pay\nThem little rims on the ride, Imma let those stay\nSo these nosy niggas don't know that I get checks all day\n'Whats he worth?' Fans keep trying to guess it\nMy record ain't even finish, they keep trying to press it\nBoi-1da and Drake if it's beef I address it\nAnd the black Phantom is here soon as Visalia exit\nBoth of the deals, nothin' under a mill\nWe know you got it to give and we trying to collect it\nLong as I got me some heat through the winter\nDrake known as a pro, I'ma teach you beginners\n'Bout to ink with a major like sheets through a printer\nFor features, y'all better get me while it's cheaper than dinner\n'Cause me and 1da trying to get at your girl\nIf you see her tell this nigga got some beats Imma send her [Chorus]\nStance on lean, leg up on the wall\nMy niggas chill, why you niggas wanna ball\nI'm satisfied with a little, why you niggas want it all\nYou waiting for the spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall\nBut uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do\nDo's what you do, I do what I do\nStance on lean, leg up on the wall\nMy niggas chill, why you niggas wanna ball\nI'm satisfied with a little, why you niggas want it all\nYou waiting for the spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall\nBut uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do\nDo's what you do, I do what I do\n[Verse 2]\nCheck, the verses I'm writin', you might wanna learn it\nYou hatin' my song but your wife wanna burn it\nSo now you at the store for some blank CDs\nYou can't see me, for your sake, might wanna return it\n'Cause, if you bring them discs home to ya girl\nShe'll forget you and I'll be the only one she concerned with\nTo the people that ignored me before this\nThis one is for you as a song re-recorded\nFunny thing is, you just notice me now\nBut I was here along, your vision's just been distorted\nI'm so throwed, wilin' in this, you ask me what the business is\nAnd I'll write a sixteen and record it\nThe waiting is over I think music needed\nDrake cuttin' his records without gettin' weeded\nPeople in the South want it chopped and screwed\nI got this dude they expectations I'ma exceed it\nLike a single with only backgrounds\nY'all record and when it's done, ya lyrics tend to mislead shit\nFinally here I'ma star with the timin'\nMy swagger is chill, and my flow is reclinin'\nThis for anybody that's searchin' for cash\nAnd purchasin' fast, you only get the dough when you grindin'\nAnd so I grind like I'm listening to I Wayne\nMy pain, you can experience through the rhymin', boy [Chorus]\nStance on lean, leg up on the wall\nMy niggas chill, why you niggas wanna ball\nI'm satisfied with a little, why you niggas want it all\nYou waiting for the spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall\nBut uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do\nDo's what you do, I do what I do\nStance on lean, leg up on the wall\nMy niggas chill, why you niggas wanna ball\nI'm satisfied with a little, why you niggas want it all\nYou waiting for the spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall\nBut uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do\nDo's what you do, I do what I do\n[Bridge]\nTwo years ago, a friend of mine\nAsked me to kick some new school lines\nAnd so I sent him a rhyme, it was fresh to death\nNow not signing me is somethin' that the rest regret\nThen I, hopped inside the Cadillac\nThe chauffeur drove off and we never came back\n[Chorus]\nStance on lean, leg up on the wall\nMy niggas chill, why you niggas wanna ball\nI'm satisfied with a little, why you niggas want it all\nYou waiting for the spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall\nBut uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do\nDo's what you do, I do what I do" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Drive with the following description: One of the most ambitious tracks of Travis Scott’s career, “Drive” is an anthem of illegally driving under the influence while contemplating life, featuring beautiful vocals from James Fauntleroy. After flipping through cassette tapes trying to find something to vibe to, he creates his own ballad. The drum-heavy production adds to the dramatic yet emotional vibe of the track. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "*Cassette rewinding*\n[Intro: DJ Screw]\n10-201, you know what I'm sayin'?\nSmokin' big, drankin' syrup, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?\n*Cassette rewinding*\n[Intro: Lil' Flip]\nWhat, sucker free, what, what\nI can do that (I can do that right there)\nI can do that, ay\nIf I spill drank on my clothes, I can do that\nIt dont matter 'cause I buy me some more, I can do that\nI'ma spend about fifty in the mall, I can do that\nI'ma buy me a Bentley in the fall, I can do that\nI'ma stop weak niggas from rappin'\n*Cassette rewinding*\n[Intro: Z-Ro]\nI, can't, leave, drank alone\nIt got me feenin' (Feenin', feelin' good)\n(Feelin' like a boss as I'm creeping through my hood)\n*Car driving and speeding with tires screeching* [Verse 1: Travis Scott]\nFeel like I'm on the drive to the moon\nMan, I thought the world was ending soon\nDamn, the devil stay testin' and the devil wear Prada\n(Just tryna go up the avenue)\n[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]\nSometimes I drive\nWhile I'm staring in your eyes\nWith my hands behind your head\nWhile you take me away\n[Verse 2: Travis Scott]\nWhether I'm shinin' all winter or chillin' all summer\nWe rockin' furs, look like I copped 'em straight out the jungle\nUsed to spend cheese up on the steez, yeah, I remember\nUsed to take trips whippin' the Jeep that my mom loaned us\nRidin' real slow\nMm-hm, that's the shit they didn't know\nCruisin' down 59 seeing niggas ridin' fours, I just stared at the stars\nAnd looked with my eyes closed 'cause it's driving me wild\n[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]\nSometimes I drive\nWhile I'm staring in your eyes\nWith my hands behind your head\nWhile you take me away [Bridge: Travis Scott]\nHit the weed and just drive\nHit the weed and just drive\nHit the weed and just drive\nHit the weed and just drive, oh, yeah\n[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]\nSometimes I drive\nWhile I'm staring in your eyes\nWith my hands behind your head\nWhile you take me away\n[Outro: Travis Scott's Dad & \nTravis Scott\n]\nJunior!\nFuck!\nJunior, turn that shit off!\nMan, for what? Nigga, shut up!\nWhat'd I tell you about playin' that loud-ass music in this fuckin' house?\nFuck! Fuckin' drums crazy!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Date Night (Same Time) with the following description: Chris Brown joins Kirko Bangz in his first release since “Progression 17.” The song is about how both singers share a strong interest at dating multiple women at the same damn time and engaging in further activities. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Chris Brown]\nSame time, same, same\nWoo, kissin' at the same, woo\nThe same time, two bitches at the same time\n[Verse 1: Kirko Bangz]\nRed bottom bitch (Hey)\nBaby poppin' shit (Ooh, ooh)\nThey know that I'm rich (They know that I'm rich)\nI'm tryna fuck the clique (Hey)\nGirl, don't play no games\nYou know just what you came to\nHeard they with this shit (Go, go, go, go)\nSo fuck it, let me bring my main through\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nShe don't play no games, no she don't BS (No, no, she don't)\nAin't gotta be my main, said she comin' with her friends (No, no, no, no, she don't)\nSaid they both gon' drop it, ooh, yeah, on the chandelier\nThis what happen when a nigga keep it real\nI told them both the truth, yeah, pull up at the same time (Woo)\nI'ma need both of you to pull up at the same time\nAin't no rules, I need two (I need two)\nDouble trouble, tongue kissin' at the same time\nYeah, she love, love, love, love it (Ooh)\nKissin' at the same time\nYeah, she love, love, love, love it\nYeah, this a double date night\nShe love, love, love, love it, yeah (Ooh)\nKissin' at the same time\nThe same time, two bitches at the same time [Verse 2: Kirko Bangz]\nI can't do just uno (Hey, uno), I need least a duo (A duo)\nTell your friend to bring two friends\nAnd tell her bring 'bout two more (Like two more)\nI'ma beat the shit up like judo (Woah)\nI'ma dog with the pussy like Cujo (Woah)\nShe say she do squats and yoga\nGot that ass on sumo (Sumo)\nI'm on a pill right now, wanna see you slide across her face (Face)\nThat's how I feel right now, kiss it and tell me how it taste (Taste)\nLet's keep it trill right now (Trill right now, trill)\nI'm tryna fuck (Fuck) 'cause I called up her\nI need a plus, one ain't enough, woo\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nShe don't play no games, no she don't BS (No, no, she don't)\nAin't gotta be my main, said she comin' with her friends (No, no, no, no, she don't)\nSaid they both gon' drop it, ooh, yeah, on the chandelier\nThis what happen when a nigga keep it real\nI told them both the truth, yeah, pull up at the same time (Woo)\nI'ma need both of you to pull up at the same time\nAin't no rules, I need two (I need two)\nDouble trouble, tongue kissin' at the same time\nYeah, she love, love, love, love it (Ooh)\nKissin' at the same time\nYeah, she love, love, love, love it\nYeah, this a double date night\nShe love, love, love, love it, yeah (Ooh)\nKissin' at the same time\nThe same time, two bitches at the same time [Bridge: Chris Brown]\nRing, ring, she callin' me, you know I pick up\nBaby, got two phones, that's the hotline, yeah\nSaid she with her friends and her friend down to play too\nUber on the way about nine\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nShe don't play no games, no she don't BS (No, no, she don't)\nAin't gotta be my main, said she comin' with her friends (No, no, no, no, she don't)\nSaid they both gon' drop it, ooh, yeah, on the chandelier\nThis what happen when a nigga keep it real\nI told them both the truth, yeah, pull up at the same time (Woo)\nI'ma need both of you to pull up at the same time\nAin't no rules, I need two (I need two)\nDouble trouble, tongue kissin' at the same time\nYeah, she love, love, love, love it (Ooh)\nKissin' at the same time\nYeah, she love, love, love, love it\nYeah, this a double date night\nShe love, love, love, love it, yeah (Ooh)\nKissin' at the same time\nThe same time, two bitches at the same time" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called No More Parties in LA with the following description: This song is the first collaboration between Kanye West & Kendrick Lamar. The L.A. based artists swap stories on “No More Parties in LA,” playfully venting their frustrations with “rich people” problems and highlighting Hollywood’s greatest production: the fake celebrity lifestyle. Kanye’s verse has drawn parallels to his sophomore album, Late Registration.\n“No More Parties In LA” has its origins in the My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy sessions, where Madlib left five beats with Kanye, including this one:\nI just paint the scene of how I felt sitting there with Madlib working on these tracks and just hearing the textures.\nAfter the pair joined forces for Kanye’s Yeezus Tour and Kendrick appeared in the writing credits on Kanye’s 2015 hit, “All Day,” rumors and speculation began to swirl about a possible collaboration. The song’s snippet was originally released as the B-side to “Real Friends.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Johnny \"Guitar\" Watson & \nJunie Morrison\n]\nLa-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)\nLa-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a (La-a, la-a, la-a)\nLet me tell you, I'm out here\nFrom a very far away place\nAll for a chance to be a star\nNowhere seems to be too far\n[Chorus: Kanye West, \nJunie Morrison\n & \nGhostface \nKillah\n]\nNo more parties in L.A\nPlease, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh\nNo more parties in L.A\nPlease, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh\nNo more (\nLos Angeles\n)\nPlease (\nShake that body, party that bod—\n)\nPlease (\nShake that body, party that bod—\n)\nPlease (\nShake that body, party that body\n)\n[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & \nKanye \nWe\nst\n]\nHey, baby, you forgot your Ray Bans\nAnd my sheets still orange from your spray-tan\nIt was more than soft porn for the K-Man\nShe remember my Sprinter, said \"I was in the grape van\"\nUm—well, cutie, I like your bougie booty\nCome, Erykah Badu-me—well, let's make a movie\nHell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler\nI show you the ropes,\n \nconnect the dots\nA country girl in North Hollywood\nMama used to cook red beans and rice\nNow it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite\nLiquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection\nSmoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians\nR&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers\nMusic and iPhone cameras\nThis shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think\nThat pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me\n, \nI mean\nHe flew you in this motherfucker on first class\nEven went out his way so you could \ncheck in an extra bag\nNow you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?\nThat shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck\nShe said she came out here to find an \nA-list\n rapper\nI said, \"Baby, spin that 'round and say the alphabet backwards\"\nYou're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence\nJust 'cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is\nThe head still good, though; the head still good, though\nMake me say \"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo\"\nMake a nigga say big words and act lyrical\nMake me get spiritual, make me believe in miracles\nBuddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal\nLord have mercy, thou will not hurt me\nFive buddies all herded up on a Thursday\nBottle service, head service, I came in first place\nThe opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek\nThe pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee\nAnd I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets\nThen my shoe released, she was kickin' in gratuity\nAnd yeah, G, I was all for it\nShe said, \"K-Lamar, you kinda dumb to be a poet\nI'ma put you on game for the lames that don't know they a rookie\nInstagram is the best way to promote some pussy\" [Chorus: Kanye West]\nScary, scary\nNo more parties in L.A\nPlease, baby, no more parties in L.A\n[Verse 2: Kanye West]\nFriday night, tryna make it into the city\nBreakneck speeds, passenger seat—somethin' pretty\nThinking back to how I got here in the first place\nSecond-class bitches wouldn't let me on first base\nA backpack nigga with luxury tastebuds\nAnd the Louis Vuitton store got all of my pay stubs\nGot pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous\nWhen did I become A-list? I wasn't even on a list\nStrippers get invited to where they only got hired\nWhen I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired\nI was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired\nAnd 3 Stacks, man, you preaching to the choir\nAny rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary\nI done got Lewinsky'd and paid secretaries\nFor all my niggas with babies by bitches\nThat use they kids as meal tickets\nNot knowin' the disconnect from the father\nThe next generation will be the real victims\nI can't fault 'em, really\nI remember Amber told my boy\nNo matter what happens, she ain't goin' back to Philly\nBack to our regularly scheduled programmin'\nOf weak content and slow jammin'\nBut don't worry, this one's so jammin'\nYou know it, L.A., it's so jammin'\nI be thinkin' every day\nMulholland Drive need to put up some goddamn barricades\nI be paranoid every time, the pressure\nThe problem ain't I be drivin', the problem is I be textin'\nMy psychiatrist got kids that I inspired\nFirst song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died\nTextin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive\nThat's why I'd rather take the 405\nI be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim\nBut Saint is baby 'Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him\nHad my life threatened by best friends with selfish intents\nWhat I'm supposed to do?\nRide around with a bulletproof car and some tints?\nEvery agent I know, know I hate agents\nI'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant\nSomething smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance\nIt's just me, I do it my way, bitch\nSome days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans\nIf I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't have popped the Xans\nI know some fans thought I wouldn't rap like this again\nBut the writer's block is over; emcees, cancel your plans\nA thirty-eight-year-old eight-year-old with rich nigga problems\nTell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it\nIt took six months to get the Maybach all matted out\nAnd my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out\nGoddamn! Got a bald fade, I might slam\nPink fur, got Nori dressin' like Cam\nThank God for me! (\nLos Angeles\n)\nWhole family gettin' money, thank God for E!\nI love rockin' jewelry, a whole neckful\nBitches say he fun-ny and disrespectful\nI feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes\nI feel like Pablo when I see me on the news\nI feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house\nTell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out\nWe need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots\nDrop-dro-dro-dro-drop, like Robocop\nShe brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that\nShe keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that\nShe push me back when the dick go too deep\nThis good dick'll put your ass to sleep\nGet money (Money, money, money!)\nBig, big money (Money, money, money!)\nAnd as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em\nEven the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker! [Bridge: Larry Graham]\nI just keep on lovin' you, baby\nAnd there's no one else I know can take your pla—, pla—, pla—\n[Chorus: Kanye West, \nJunie Morrison\n & \nGhostface Killah\n]\nPlease, no more parties in L.A. (\nShake that body, party that body\n)\nPlease, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh (\nShake that body, party that body\n)\nNo more parties in L.A. (\nLos Angeles\n)\nPlease, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh\nNo more parties in L.A\nPlease, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh\n[Outro: Junie Morrison]\nLet me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place\nAll for a chance to be a star\nNowhere seems to be too far\nSwish\n[Produced by Madlib and Kanye West]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called It’s Me, It’s You with the following description: “It’s Me, It’s You” is about Austin and Ally being friends while recognizing the differences between them.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI like the bass when it booms\nYou like the high-end treble\nI'm like the ninety-ninth floor\nAnd you're cool on street level\nI like the crowd rock, rock-rock-rocking it loud\nYou like the sound of hush, hush\nHey! Keep it down\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHigh tops, flip flops, retro, dance, pop\nWe rock different ways\nBeach bum, city fun, touchdown, home run\nWhat can I say-ay-ay?\n[Chorus]\nIt's me, (It's me)\nIt's you (It's you)\nI know we're not the same, but we do what we do!\nIt's you (It's you) and it's me (And it's me)\nAnd who says that we have to agree?\n'Cause I like\nWhat I like\nAnd sometimes we collide\nBut it's me (But it's me)\nAnd it's you (And it's you)\nI know we're not the same\nBut we do what we do [Verse 2]\nYou like going to the mall\nI'm into video games\nI like sleeping till noon\nYou say \"dude that's too late\"\nI'm pulling in a fast car strummin' guitars\nI'm shooting for stars\nYeah I'm taking it far\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHigh tops, flip flops, retro, dance, pop\nWe rock different ways\nBeach bum, city fun, touchdown, home run\nWhat can I say-ay-ay?\n[Chorus]\nIt's me, (It's me)\nIt's you (It's you)\nI know we're not the same, but we do what we do!\nIt's you (It's you) and it's me (And it's me)\nAnd who says that we have to agree?\n'Cause I like\nWhat I like\nAnd sometimes we collide\nBut it's me (But it's me)\nAnd it's you (And it's you)\nI know we're not the same\nBut we do what we do [Bridge]\nOnstage, offstage\nWe're gonna rock no matter what\nDrumsticks, guitarless\nIt's you and me at the top\n[Chorus]\nIt's me, (It's me)\nIt's you (It's you)\nI know we're not the same, but we do what we do!\nIt's you (It's you) and it's me (And it's me)\nAnd who says that we have to agree?\nIt's me, (It's me)\nIt's you (It's you)\nI know we're not the same, but we do what we do!\nIt's you (It's you) and it's me (And it's me)\nAnd who says that we have to agree?\n'Cause I like\nWhat I like\nAnd sometimes we collide\nBut it's me (But it's me)\nAnd it's you (And it's you)\nI know we're not the same\nBut we do what we do" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Bitch I’m Paid with the following description: CHRIS TALKING CRAZY!!\nChris Brown showcases his rap ability in an unofficial track, leaked sometime in 2012. The hook is taken from Lil' Wayne’s opening line from “Stuntin' Like My Daddy” and forms the basis for numerous rhymes and themes throughout the song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\n(\nK.E. on the Track\n)\nYeah, haha, what?\nBig shit, nigga\nHaha, a hunnid or nothin'\nLook, leggo\n[Chorus]\nBitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nShe drop it on the floor and this money on the way\nI say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nWhen you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake\nI say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nWhen the media try talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up\nBitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say (Look)\nLivin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day\n (Haha, ha, leggo)\n[Verse 1]\nI'm grindin' hard\nBut this money is callin' the shots\nGot that big bank and this money long\nAnd they stickin' they hand in my pot\nWith this Rolex, I bowflex\nAnd my ears lookin' like Rocky\nBetter, better gon' head with that bullshit\n'Cause I am somethin' you not\nBetter put your hands up if you wanna knuckle up\nTake you for that ride, better buckle up\nI got bands up for them dancers\nWhen your shift is up, will you come fuck with us?\nIt's a real nigga affair\n'Cause them real niggas in here\nGirl, better get up on me\n'Fore a real nigga disappear\nGot that Ghost door outside waitin'\nSnap, snap, popo, cameras hatin'\nGot my shades on\nNigga wanna talk that shit, I'm elevatin'\nAll my ladies celebratin'\nIf my bitches catch you slippin', you'll be tied up in my basement\nNo location, that shit cray (Haha)\nWhat you mean I'm big-headed?\nOh, you talkin' 'bout my dick\nWhat you mean that shit petty?\nOh, you talkin' 'bout my bitch\nTalkin' 'bout I'm a light bright\nYou talkin' 'bout my wrist?\nDidn't know I could rap right?\nNah, but this that shit [Chorus]\nBitch, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nShe drop it on the floor and this money on the way\nI say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nWhen you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake\nI say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nWhen the media try talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up\nBitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say (Yeah, haha, look)\nLivin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day\n (Haha, ha, leggo)\n[Verse 2]\nY'all not cooperatin' (Yeah)\nMy occupation is to occupy all these nations (Yeah)\nCommunication with your lady in my new Mercedes (Yeah)\nI'm ridin' 'round with my top down\nToo much smoke up in her weave\nBetter let that shit air out (Yikes!)\nBetter give me that nana\nCall me dada and I'll be papa\nI'ma be your cookie monster\nGold ticket like a nigga Willy Wonka\nBut you know a nigga really want you\nBang, bang, I do the damn thing\nThen I hit it again and make a bitch roll up (Hahaha)\nI own this necklace\nMatter of fact all of this my shit\nThat's my ring, that's my Range\nI'm about to make your bitch my bitch\nI said money ain't never no issue\nCryin' niggas gon' get a tissue\nIt was crazy in the club last night\nAnd nigga, we ain't seein' you [Chorus]\nBitch, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nShe drop it on the floor and this money on the way\nI say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nWhen you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake\nI say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nWhen the media try talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up\nBitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say\nLivin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day\n (Ha, leggo)\n[Outro]\nLiquor got me tipsy, I'm slow leanin'\nLookin' at her titties, she high beamin'\nShe lookin' at my chain, but all she really want is my semen\nI'ma let her get it, right on the face, clear it up like Noxzema\nYou know a nigga like me, I can do a rap song any day of the week\nSingin' ass nigga, tatted up though, ladies know I'm a freak\nYou know I'm a freak, you know I'm a freak\nIt's Breezy, bitch, yikes, a nigga cold on the beat\nYikes, cold as ice\nYikes, huh, Breezy" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Wayne’s World with the following description: The twilight track on Funeral, “Wayne’s World” is a nod to the 1992 American comedy film of the same name.\n\nProducers Manny Galvez and Louie Haze have both collaborated with Wayne previously, most recently on his 2019 effort, Tha Carter V. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nOw, ow (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nYeah, yeah, Wayne's world (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah)\nLet me bring you up to speed\n (Huh, huh, huh, huh)\nIt's Wayne's World\n[Chorus]\nParty time excellent\n, I party hard (Huh)\nI pull up in the Bugatti on God (Rr)\nTony Montana said, \"This world is yours\"\nI just said, \"Sure, it's Wayne's World\"\nParty time excellent, I party hard (Yeah)\nI party hard even when times is hard (Yeah)\nI just go hard, party time, excellent\n[Verse 1]\nPull up on your street and that shit was Sesame\nI'm with my Mexican, gang-bangin' heavily (Huh)\nThrow up your set at me, that I don't recommend (Hoo)\nI pull up in the Bugatti, we're not gon' bother\nAnd in the trunk, we got the elephant (Ooh)\nKnow who you f'in' with, they don't know where you went\nThen they won't find you until you are skeleton (Ooh)\nThey bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish (Ooh, ooh)\nThese ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements (Ooh)\nParty time excellent, pardon my excellence (Yeah)\nPardon my necklace (Yeah), pardon my neck and wrist (Yeah)\nPardon my neckin' bitch (Yeah), all of my medicine\nAll I be askin' is, \"Where the Promethazine?\"\n'Cause, pipe the fuck up (Yeah)\nYeah, don't make me hit you with that bow\nHelp, I've fallen, I can't get up\nI live in dark, get rich or die tryin'\nLike 50 Cent, minute man (Huh)\nWish death upon me, better wish again (Huh)\nDon't shoot at Maaly G, he ain't listenin'\nPop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, \nI tried to show him (Ayy)\nI pull up in a Bugatti, for real\nI pull up on the Ducati, one wheel (Vroom)\nThen I take off on the private, the Lear\nUp to the clouds until I disappear (Ayy)\nAin't where I live, it's about how I live (Ayy)\nI'm outta here, me and my mama mia (Ayy)\nI'm in that pussy, her ass, and it's fun\nShe shout in my ear, \"\nIt's Wayne's World\n\" [Chorus]\nParty time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nI pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nTony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World\nParty time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah)\nI pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah)\nTony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" (Yeah, yeah)\nI said, \"Of course, it's Wayne's World\" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[Post-Chorus]\nParty time, excellent (Yeah, yeah)\nCall the slimes, let's get lit (Yeah, yeah)\nParty time, excellent (Yeah, yeah)\nTotally, Wayne's World (Yeah, yeah)\nParty time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah)\nTony Montana said, \"This world is yours,\" I wanted more\nIt's Wayne's World\n[Verse 2]\nParty time excellent, I party hard\nI party hard even when times is hard\nI just go hard, ain't no tomorrow\nParty time excellent, harder than yesterday\nI gotta medicate so I can resonate\nThat made me featherweight, so I can levitate\nInto a better place, I don't care where you stay\nBetter, they better, but that's how you better stay, wait (Wait)\nWho's that peekin' in my window, pow, nobody now (Pow)\nTwo, no buss downs, one bling-bling, one bling-blaow (Wow)\nJust fucked my ex, don't know why, don't know how\nPlay with that XBOX all night like a child\nOh me, oh wow, baby, show me around\nI said, \"Show me your world,\" I said, \"Now, show me out\"\nYeah, laid on that bitch, I skate on that bitch\nI wave to that bitch, I gave her a kiss\nCan't give her my world, but I gave her the dick\nYeah, Wayne's World [Chorus]\nI pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nParty time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nTony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSo I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World\nParty time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nI pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nTony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nAnd I said of course, it's Wayne's World\n[Post-Chorus]\nParty time, excellent (Yeah, yeah)\nCall the slimes, let's get lit (Yeah, yeah)\nParty time, excellent (Yeah, yeah)\nTotally, it's \nWayne's World\n (Yeah, yeah)\nParty time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah)\nTony Montana said, \"This world is yours,\" I wanted more\nIt's Wayne's World\nParty time, excellent (Yeah)\nCall the slimes, let's get lit\nParty time, excellent\nTotally, Wayne's World\nParty time excellent, I party hard\nI party hard even when times is hard\nI just go hard, ain't no tomorrow\nThis world is yours, \nit's Wayne's World\nParty time excellent, I party hard\nTony Montana said, \"This world is yours,\"\n I wanted more\nWayne's World\nParty time, excellent (Yeah)\nCall the slimes, let's get lit\nParty time, excellent\nTotally, \nit's Wayne's World [Outro]\nAnd we're out" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Pharrell with the following description: “Pharell” is a skit on Big Sean’s second mixtape, Finally Famous Vol. 2: UKNOWBIGSEAN, featuring a story from Pharrell Williams. P recalls the first time he met Big Sean and offers compliments about Sean’s rapping style and persona. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Skit: Pharrell Williams]\nHello, yo, um\nSo when I met the nigga Big Sean\nUm, Kanye brought him through\nHe was like \"Yo, you got to check out this guy man\"\nYoung nigga, he goe alright\nAnd uh, I'm like alright\nAnd the kid just, you know\nHis confidence is like\nI already know I was thinking to myself\nOk, you look a little bit timid\nAnd now you know\nThis nigga just started rhyming\nAnd he just was busting\nAnd you know, the metaphors were smart\nThe wordplay was slick\nYou know? Just clever\nYou know and he's obviously a sneakerhead\nMajor gear, you know\nHe's wiping his ass on you niggas\nI don't think he mean to\nYou know, he's not like that\nHe's not like a boastful guy\nHe's just, he doesn't mean to\nHe's really just\nWiping his ass on you niggas\nYou know what it is\nP out\nYessir" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Wonderland with the following description: “Wonderland” is a bonus track from the Deluxe Edition of 1989. It is a description of a toxic relationship, from beginning to end. It uses the story of Alice In Wonderland as inspiration for the highs and lows of enjoying this state of relationship wanderlust, irrespective of negative consequences.\nTaylor posted this lyric teaser on her Instagram in December 2014:\nYou searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had. And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad.\nInterestingly, Taylor also did a photoshoot with fashion magazine Wonderland in November 2014, with many fans surprised by her different look.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nFlashing lights\nAnd we took a wrong turn\nAnd we fell down a rabbit hole\nYou held on tight to me\n'Cause nothing's as it seems\nAnd spinning out of control\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDidn't they tell us \"Don't rush into things\"?\nDidn't you flash your green eyes at me?\nHaven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?\nOoh, didn't it all seem new and exciting?\nI felt your arms twistin' around me\nI should have slept with one eye open at night\n[Chorus]\nWe found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it\nAnd we pretended it could last forever (Eh, eh)\nWe found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it\nAnd life was never worse, but never better (Eh, eh)\n[Post-Chorus]\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nIn Wonderland\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nIn Wonderland\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nIn Wonderland\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nIn Wonderland [Verse 2]\nSo, we went on our way\nToo in love to think straight\nAll alone, or so it seemed\nBut there were strangers watchin'\nAnd whispers turned to talkin'\nAnd talking turned to screams, oh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDidn't they tell us \"Don't rush into things\"?\nDidn't you flash your green eyes at me?\nDidn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?\nOoh, didn't it all seem new and exciting?\nI felt your arms twistin' around me\nIt's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind\nBut darling\n[Chorus]\nWe found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it\nAnd we pretended it could last forever (Eh, eh)\nWe found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it\nAnd life was never worse but never better (Eh, eh)\n[Post-Chorus]\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nIn Wonderland\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) Eh, eh\nIn Wonderland\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nIn Wonderland\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) Woah\nIn Wonderland [Bridge]\nI reached for you, but you were gone\nI knew I had to go back home\nYou searched the world for somethin' else\nTo make you feel like what we had\nAnd in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad\nOh\n[Chorus]\nWe found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it\nAnd we pretended it could last forever (Last forever; Eh, eh)\nWe found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it (Got lost in it)\nAnd life was never worse but never better (Never better; Eh, eh)\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nWe found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nAnd we pretended it could last forever (In Wonderland)\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nWe found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it (Lost in it)\n(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)\nAnd life was never worse but never better\nIn Wonderland" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Video Girl with the following description: In true “Slick Rick” fashion, Aubrey Graham tells the story of a video vixen. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Drake]\nUh, yea, get in my Slick Rick mode\nN'a mean?, I'm a tell ya a Story real quick\n[Verse 1: Drake]\nLook, she got a saying theres no alice without the tin man\nCrib was 2 mil, plus I just bought a couch for ten grand\nEven if the house was ten grand\nAnd there was no pool\nWould I still be without my swim fan?\nThe ceiling could be higher\nShe making requests\nDon't know if she feeling me or she be feelin what I buy her\nAnd purses are light now\nShe use 'em all the time\nSo she smilin to the the point that it hurt when she bite down\nAnd she simply a new model\nStay spendin dollars\nBut she got less sense than a empty perfume bottle\nAt times she a solid chick\nAnd I'm a sucka for the cuties\nSo she always lookin good when my wallet's thick\nChillin on the linen, \nshe all up in the closet so much\nGot a hunch thats shes feelin other women\nWant the diamonds on the face in the center\nNice guys finish last so I'm winnin every race that I enter and she a [Chorus: Sean G. & \nDrake\n]\nVideo girl\nEh, yo you have to listen\nI'm in a bad position\nI fell in love with a\nVideo girl\nI wouldn't call her name\nI got the feelin that they all the same\nAnd she a\nVideo girl\nTo the fullest extent\nSo I wrote you a song\nCuz I can't stay with a\nVideo girl\nAnd you betrayed your wealth\nGot a feelin you shoulda stayed yourself\n[Verse 2: Drake]\nMy old girl would say\nLook at Vida Guerrera\nThere's no need to compare her\nI bet she smiles cuz she loves what she sees in the mirror\nI bet she's out meetin' directors instead\nAnd frustrated cause shes already been undressed in they head\nBe a teacher, open up shop if you can do nails fine\nApply for a business loan and I'll bet you that they'll sign\nIf you a real dime\nPoppin as if its your only option\nGirl there's things to do\nOther than jail time\nLook this ain't a song dissing half of these rappers\nOr pasha and sasha, esther baxter\nMelyssa ford, or katy or anyone after\nI just give my opinion for laughter\nOr maybe to think on\nSo next time you out at the club\nAnd a brother offers the whole table something to drink on\nYou just take in fact he got a stack with a mink on\nNow he got you doing everything that you think wrong\nLook, you tell your parents that its cash at an easy pace\nYa dad screaming take ya ass outta jeezy face\nAnd as ya man I won't back down first\nBut they got you doing soft-core background work\nThat messed up like an officer that pulls you over\nAnd he ask questions later and pat down first\nBut you ain't thandie newton, and this ain't crash here\nThe resolutions passed baby, this ain't last year\nLook, I got a message, I'll say it, I got some beats still\nRegina Hall and Garcelle and Elise Neal\nYoung girls these here women with big dreams\nRole models that you can watch on the big screen\nIf you refuse to change and you that chick still\nRespect yourself, don't be convinced that these tricks will\nYou got an audience believe it or not\nMy cousin who can't speak know the lyrics to tip drill [Chorus: Sean G. & \nDrake\n]\nVideo girl\nEh, yo you have to listen\nI'm in a bad position\nI fell in love with a\nVideo girl\nI wouldn't call her name\nI got the feelin that they all the same\nAnd she a\nVideo girl\nTo the fullest extent\nSo I wrote you a song\nCuz I can't stay with a\nVideo girl\nAnd you betrayed your wealth\nGot a feelin you shoulda stayed yourself\n[Outro: Drake]\nAnd I ain't trying ta generalize every video girl, you n'a mean?\nSay that ya all one way man its just that sometimes man you gotta\nAccept the fact that there's times that you gotta better yourself\nYou know as a person man. I love to see my black women strong, single\nIndependent. doing they thing without popping they booty in some rappers\nVideo you n'a mean? its a wonderful thing baby. so uh, don't hate me for\nThis one ladies. just take my advice you n'a mean? cuz its like uh\nAnd she beautiful and honey dances\nAnd you always downtown making money transfers\nAnd anything the color of braces she get excited\nShe always showing up at these places she get invited\nShe a video girl" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Billionaire with the following description: “Billionaire” by Travie McCoy featuring Bruno Mars is featured in Audition, the first episode of Season Two. In the episode, it is sung primarily by Artie (Kevin McHale) and Sam (Chord Overstreet) with other male members of New Directions, singing back-up vocals.\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[SAM]\nI wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad\nBuy all of the things I never had\nI wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine\nSmilin' next to Oprah and the Queen\nOh, every time I close my eyes\nI see my name in shinin' lights, yeah\nA different city every night, oh I\nI swear the world better prepare\nFor when I'm a billionaire\n[ARTIE]\nYeah, I would have a show like Oprah, I would be the host of\nEveryday Christmas, give Artie a wish list\nI'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt\nAnd adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had it\nGive away a few Mercedes like, \"Here lady, have this\"\nAnd last but not least grant somebody their last wish\nIt's been a couple months that I've been single so\nYou can call me Artie Claus minus the Ho-Ho\nGet it, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit\nAnd darn sure do a lot more than FEMA did\nYeah, can't forget about me stupid\nEverywhere I go I'ma have my own theme music [SAM]\nOh every time I close my eyes (Uh whatcha see, whatcha see, bruh?)\nI see my name in shinin' lights (Uh huh, uh huh)\nA different city every night, oh I\nI swear the world better prepare (For what?)\nFor when I'm a billionaire\nOh oooh oh oooh (Oh!)\nFor when I'm a billionaire\nOh oooh oh oooh (Let's go!)\n[PUCK]\nI'll be playing basketball with the President\nDunkin' on his delegates\nThen I compliment him on his political etiquette\nToss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it\nBut keep the fives, twentys, tens and Bens completely separate\nYeah I'll be in a whole new tax bracket\nWe in recession but let me take a crack at it\nI'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up\nSo everybody that I love can have a couple bucks\nAnd not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was\nEatin' good, sleepin' soundly\nI know we all have a similar dream\nGo in your pocket pull out your wallet\nPut it in the air and sing [SAM]\nI wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad (So bad)\nBuy all of the things I never had (Buy everything)\nI wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine\nSmiling next to Oprah and the Queen (Whatup Oprah!)\nOh every time I close my eyes (Uh whatcha see, whatcha see, bruh?)\nI see my name in shinin' lights (Uh huh, uh huh)\nYeah, a different city every night, oh I\nI swear the world better prepare (For what?)\nFor when I'm a billionaire (Yeah, sing it)\nOh oooh oh oooh (Sing it!)\nWhen I'm a billionaire\nOh oooh oh oooh (Oh!)\nI wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad..." } ]