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[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Drama Setter with the following description: “Drama Setter” was released on Tony Yayo’s debut album, Thoughts of a Predicate Felon. The album was released in 2005 and sold 214,000 in its first week. Production for the song was handled by Eminem, Luis Resto, and Jeff Bass. “Drama Setter” was not released as a single for the album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Prison guard]\n\"Mr. Yayo, you're free to go\nSo, I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow, eh?\"\n[Intro: Eminem & (Tony Yayo)]\n{*Eminem laughs*}\nYeah! Ha ha, guess who's home?!\nTony Yayo! Yeah! Obie Trice, c'mon!\n(Here we go now!)\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nI'm a drama setter\nGrippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto\nMan, you crazy if you think I'ma let up\nI told you I'm a drama setter\nI'll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it\nJust don't get in the way of my cheddar\nMan, ‘cause I'm a drama setter\nI don't go lookin' for no trouble\nBut somehow the trouble always finds me\nDon't make me have you in the trauma center\nWith your momma cryin'\n‘Cause her only son is dyin'\nShe don't know it's just your karma catchin' up\n‘Cause I'm a drama setter [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]\nI'll poke you, man, I'm Rikers Island Pokemon\nI got CO's bringin' me filet mignon\nBut now a nigga home, lookin' frail in the drop (whattup?)\nWith a bitch shotgun that's inhalin' the cock\nI got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops\nAnd got Glocks in the Lex, so we ride behind cops\nBroke days, we used to put water in our cereal\nNow we're crossin' borders just to shoot another video\nIt's Tony Montana on full-body armor\nSoning niggas, like Alfredo in \nThe Godfather\nTwo-shot revolver, that Dillinger shit\nAnd the AR-15 bending your six\nWe taking trips to Morocco just to tan\nWe smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam\nI was worth a hundred grams, now I'm worth a cool million\nI'll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nI'm a drama setter\nGrippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto\nMan, you crazy if you think I'ma let up\nI told you I'm a drama setter\nI'll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it\nJust don't get in the way of my cheddar\nMan, ‘cause I'm a drama setter\nI don't go lookin' for no trouble\nBut somehow the trouble always finds me\nDon't make me have you in the trauma center\nWith your momma cryin'\n‘Cause her only son is dyin'\nShe don't know it's just your karma catchin' up\n‘Cause I'm a drama setter [Verse 2: Obie Trice]\nSince Yayo is home, them AR's is drawn\nObie's Guerilla-Unit, fuck affiliation\nWe are one, it is senseless for you to prevent this\nThe .40 cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis\nAt any given instant {gunshot}, another incident\nYou just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment\nAnd we holdin' them K's, that's why homie won't age\nIsn't it that Tony's enraged they throw him in cages?\nBut now my nigga's loose, our crews is bulletproof\nAll brought to you from whom's pupils' baby blues\nHis short fuses put your portrait on the news\nNigga, them screws is loose\nWhen you fuckin' with them Shady dudes\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nI'm a drama setter\nGrippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto\nMan, you crazy if you think I'ma let up\nI told you I'm a drama setter\nI'll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it\nJust don't get in the way of my cheddar\nMan, ‘cause I'm a drama setter\nI don't go lookin' for no trouble\nBut somehow the trouble always finds me\nDon't make me have you in the trauma center\nWith your momma cryin'\n‘Cause her only son is dyin'\nShe don't know it's just your karma catchin' up\n‘Cause I'm a drama setter [Verse 3: Tony Yayo]\nI got fat while I was gone, but now I'm here\nAnd y'all rappers only bust shots only in fear\nChinchillas on my back, itchy fingers on the MAC\nGet scrilla off of crack, get 50's shooter back\nListen homie, don't let them niggas amp you money\n‘Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for Pamper money\nMove like Keyzer, \nJayson Williams, slaughter the driver\nMy daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire\nReality rap, nigga, check my salary cap\nI give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack\nWhat you know about light planes and heavy coke?\nAnd them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats?\nIt's the rap tycoon, Tony, y'all all know me\nSee me on MTV, I'm a parolee\nI was out for twelve hours and went right back in\nFor three hots and one cot doin' time in the pen\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nI'm a drama setter\nGrippin' my Berretta, sippin' Amaretto\nMan, you crazy if you think I'ma let up\nI told you I'm a drama setter\nI'll be the first to set it, homie, you can bet it\nJust don't get in the way of my cheddar\nMan, ‘cause I'm a drama setter\nI don't go lookin' for no trouble\nBut somehow the trouble always finds me\nDon't make me have you in the trauma center\nWith your momma cryin'\n‘Cause her only son is dyin'\nShe don't know it's just your karma catchin' up\n‘Cause I'm a drama setter\n[Outro: Tony Yayo & Eminem]\nYeah nigga\nThank you Marshall (No problem!)\nWe don't stop (Nah)\nJay the best for the land\nTalkin' to your Thoughts of a Predicate Felon baby (Yeah man)\nBlew out to, Lloyd Banks and all\nBlack ballin'\nYung Buck\nCurtis Interscope Jackson (Shady Aftermath Mathers)\nOlivia, O' Trice, Stat Quo\nWe gonna keep gettin' this money\nY'all rappers gonna keep hatin'\nFuck y'all\nNo more problems\nAppeal for this shit\nShady Aftermath\nG-Unit\nWe run this rap shit" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Thot Back with the following description: On “Thot Back,” Lil Uzi Vert effortlessly rides a hard-hitting fruity beat produced by platinum songmaker Pi'erre Bourne. Throughout the song, Uzi flexes his ability to “steal your girl” and make love to her.\nSounding similar and taking cues from Uzi’s Eternal Atake (Deluxe) hit “Bean (Kobe),” some fans have called the single a “part two” to the song as it was also recorded in the same sessions.\nThe song was recorded on September 19, 2017 — Pi'erre Bourne’s birthday — as he states in the original snippet on Instagram live. The snippet was originally previewed by Pi'erre in an Instagram story on January 20, 2018, along with “What You Mean” and the aforementioned “Bean (Kobe).” Pi'erre later played a short bit of the song again on March 5, 2020 at a concert. Two years later, a CDQ snippet of the song surfaced on June 1, 2022. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Ballout]\nMy bitch wanna fuck, bro\nI'm so icy and I'm cutthroat (Gang)\nRunnin' bands up, I get 'em pronto (Bee)\nIn the Hellcat, blue hunchos (Skrr)\n[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]\nI ain't worried 'bout it, bitch, I got racks (Yeah), ooh\nIf they shoot at us, we gon' pop back (Frrah), yeah (Bee)\nYou keep acting tough, need to stop that (Yeah, yeah)\nI'm already done, can have your thot back\nYeah, thot back (Thot back), ayy, thot back (Thot back), ayy\nYeah, thot back (Thot back), woah, thot back (Yeah), ayy\nLook at you in love, you got your thot back (Woah)\nShe think I'ma cuff, baby, this not that (No)\n[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]\nHit it once, uh, kick that bitch to the curb (Curb)\nTo the curb, ooh, kick that bitch to the curb (Curb)\nI don't know if it was good, hit her off the Perc' (Perc', perc')\nShe heard this song, ooh, said that boy right there a jerk (Jerk)\nYeah, give me brain, turn me right to a nerd (Nerd), ayy\nThirty boppers, got them choppers like the purge\nBrand-new foreign, ooh, digi-dash, hit the swerve (Swerve)\nRed leather, um, my Maybach (Skrr), that bitch got curtains (What? What?)\nI'm so rich, I remember I was hurtin'\nShe on my skin, she remind me of some Jergens\nShe brung her friend, she gon' eat it up and slurp it\nYeah, she's so bad, ooh, made me nervous\nMy Porsche a horse, ooh, run a derby (Saddle)\nBye, bye, bye birdie\nMilly Rock on your block and that shit sturdy (Shit sturdy)\nWoo (Lil Uzi) [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]\nI ain't worried 'bout it, bitch, I got racks (Got racks), ooh\nIf they shoot at us, we gon' pop back (Pop back)\nYou keep acting tough, need to stop that (Stop that, phew)\nI'm already done, can have your thot back (Thot back)\nYeah, thot back, ayy, thot back, ayy\nYeah, thot back, woah, thot back (Yeah, ayy)\nLook at you in love, you got your thot back (Woah)\nShe think I'ma cuff, baby, this not that (No)\n[Open Verse]\n[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]\n(Lil Uzi)\nI ain't worried 'bout it, bitch, I got racks (Got racks), ooh\nIf they shoot at us, we gon' pop back (Pop back)\nYou keep acting tough, need to stop that (Stop that, phew)\nI'm already done, can have your thot back (Thot back)\nYeah, thot back, ayy, thot back, ayy\nYeah, thot back, woah, thot back (Yeah, ayy)\nLook at you in love, you got your thot back (Woah)\nShe think I'ma cuff, baby, this not that (Not that, no)\n[Outro: Ballout]\nI'm smoking orange cookies, drinkin' it raw (Lean)\nShe got a fat pussy, ain't gon' hit it raw (Thot)\nI'm a dog, she gon' feel my paws (I'm a dog, grr)\nI just popped a E, ain't feelin' my jaws (Yeah)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Livin’ a Movie with the following description: So you like movies, huh?\nSamples “In the Hour” — Melanie, from 1968 release Born to be Buddah \n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYo, this sound like some movie shit, right?\nGet your popcorn, get your condiments\nYou don't want to miss nothing, okay, listen, uh\n[Verse 1]\nThey call me Edward Scissorhands 'cause I'm trying to cut\nShe claim she got cramps, \nI'm gon' get you to suck\nAnd you not gon' use your teeth, you hear?\nYou gon' find out what lies beneath right here\nThe preacher's wife don't give head, get a divorce, man\nThe kids been calling you the headless horseman\nLike sleepy hollow,\n see she swallow\nSuck like old girl got booed at Apollo 13,\n \nghosts\nUse my \nhollow, man\n, \nfor friday thirteenth\nYou be ghost from the toast\nNiggas who drop names is, oh, so shameless\nGet a chain that's stainless, \nthey almost famous\nMy bling got 'em calling me Lord of the Rings\nShining\n make it hard for her to \ndo the right thing\nBut I don't say a word, I'll never tell\nUntil you get a Kanye beat, you'll never sell\n[Refrain]\nAnd I'm living a movie, not living by rules\nIt's just a movie, don't lose your cool\nOne, two, Ye coming for you\nThree, four, better lock your door (Uh-uh)\nFive, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, never sleep again (Uh) [Verse 2]\nShit's deeper than the \nsleepers\nThe \nJeeper creep\n up on your block and cops \nclock us\nTry to \nBaller Block\n us, \nuse absolute power\nYou gave him nine and a half weeks, why you trying to \nrush ours\n, huh?\nAnd in the cell don't drop soap in the showers, huh\nThey try to give me life, I'm out in an hour, huh\nBack on the block with \nmore juice than Pac\nMaking more money 'cause of The-the-the-the Roc\n[Refrain]\nAnd I'm living a movie, not living by rules\nYo, what you talking about, man?\nYou know what I'm saying?\nOne, two, Ye coming for you (See this more like I did it)\nThree, four, better lock your door (This only part one, part two?)\nFive, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, never sleep again (Woo, I said some shit, like, umm, I'm tryna remember shit)\n[Outro]\nI said some shit like, umm\nIf you in my things, you suicide kings\nThere's only three kings, me, myself, and Irene\nYou know what I'm saying?\nIt's a lot, yo" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Asesina (Remix) with the following description: “Asesina (Remix)” es el remix del sencillo “Asesina” de Brytiago & Darell. A esta versión se les une Ozuna, Daddy Yankee & Anuel AA.\nLos dos versos de Brytiago y Darell se mantienen iguales a la canción original. Los versos de los artistas invitados siguen con la temática de describir una mujer que es una “asesina”, que consigue todo lo que quiere por su forma de cautivar a quien sea. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Letra de \"Asesina (Remix)\" ft. Ozuna, Daddy Yankee & Anuel AA]\n[Intro: Daddy Yankee, \nAnuel AA\n & \nOzuna\n]\nLos asesinos\nWo-oh-oh\n, \nbrr\nReal Hasta la Muerte, baby\n¡Este es el remix!\nUah\n[Pre-Estribillo: Ozuna & \nDarell\n]\nMi mente e' malda' (Sí-sí)\nBebo pa' recordarte\nY tú que me llamas\nPa' que pase a buscarte\nQuiero darte (\nEso e' así, eso e' así\n)\nComo la última vez que lo hicimo', mami\nQuiero darte (\nThe Real Rondón\n)\nYo quiero darte, bebé, quiero darte, bebé, eh\n(\nBrytiago\n)\n[Estribillo: Brytiago & \nDarell\n]\nNo vo' a negarte que bien dura te ve' (\nEso e' así\n)\nPuede ser que borracho un día vuelva y te dé (\nPa' que sepa'\n)\nOjalá y terminemo' como la última ve' (\nPor ley\n)\nQue sea quien te enamore y que no me vuelva' a ver [Verso 1: Daddy Yankee]\n(The Big Boss, fuego)\nAsesina, yo sé que tú eres mala\nPor eso, traje chaleco antibala'\nChambeaste en el asalto y terminaste en mi cuarto\nPorque al final, conmigo, te resbala'\nTú te haces la loca, loca, inteligente\nComo me conoce', juega con mi mente\nTo' el mundo es loco hasta que tiene otro de frente\nDe nacimiento, una demente\nDale, ponte suci, pon la nalga' en el suelo\nVamo' pa' un entierro, pero no te velo\nYo soy como el Lambo, te zumbo el veneno\nMami, yo te piso y te aplico el freno\nSicaria, tú no-tú no va' a cambiar\nA ti te gusta el peligro, y así te va' a quedar\n[Verso 2: Darell]\n(It's The Real Rondón, ra-ta-ta-tá)\nTú eres un problema serio (¡Já!)\nPorque no tienes corazón, ya está muerto en el cementerio (eso e' así)\nNo le hagas caso a los intermedios\nQue se salgan del medio\nSin condón contigo me voy a criterio\nCuando estamos junto', mami, todo es bello\nTú sabes que no ronco mucho, pero tengo más que ellos (¡Ja-ja!)\nDesenmoña tú, que el phillie yo lo sello\nCuando suba la nota, ponte en cuatro en lo que yo te estrello\n(Real G4 Life, my nigga)\nEse tipo te tiene aborrecía (Aborrecía)\nTú dices que estás confundía' (Confundía')\nTe pelea 'e noche y te pelea 'e día\nPero tú ere' masoquista porque sigue' ahí meti'a (Ahí metí'a)\nYo te vo'a dar duro por crecía' (Por crecía')\nTe vo'a jalar tu pelo por lucía' (Por lucía')\nPégate pa' darte una barría'\nY cuando llegue el otro día me va' a decir na' perdía' [Estribillo: Daddy Yankee, \nBrytiago\n & \nDarell\n]\nNo vo' a negarte que bien dura te ve' (\nEso e' así\n)\nPuede ser que borracho un día vuelva y te dé (\nPa' que sepa'\n)\nOjalá y terminemo' como la última ve'\n (\nPor ley\n)\nQue sea quien te enamore y que no me vuelva' a ver\n[Verso 3: Anuel AA]\nAnuel (Uah)\nTú ere' una diabla y yo soy un demonio (Uah)\nY yo amo a tu totito, pero a ti te odio (Uah)\nHija del diablo, odia el matrimonio (Baby)\nPero tu amiga a mi bicho custodió (Eh-eh)\nY no me arrepentí\nYa no tengo bicho pa' ti (Anuel)\nY en el cuello ahora tengo cien mil (Cien mil)\nBebé, te boté y de ti me olvidé (Uah)\nY tengo cien putas, no son veintitré' (¡Jaja!)\nDios mío, perdón\nPero pa' mí, ella se murió (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)\nElla me falló\nY viró, pero ya se jodió (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)\nLos kilo' en el jet\nGasté cien mil en el Porsche\nBebé, Louboutin en mis pie'\nMala mujer, no te lo vo'a volver a meter (Uah, uah) [Estribillo: Anuel AA]\nNo vo'a negarte que bien rica te ve', (Eh-eh) eh-eh\nYo sé que ni borracho yo te meto otra ve' (Eh-eh)\nY ya yo ni me acuerdo de la última ve' (Oh-oh-oh)\nY te lo juro por mi vida, no te vuelvo a romper, eh-eh\n[Verso 4: Brytiago]\n(\nBrytiago\n)\nMaliciosa, siempre tiene lo que quiere\nSólo me busca' cada vez que te conviene\nSe pone difícil, su orgullo no hay quien lo frene\nPor más que brinque' y salte', baby, aquí tú muere'\nY ahora estás bien suelta\nDos tragos y me pongo pa' la vuelta\nPa' hacer un pacto el diablo me tienta\nJugando con mi mente eres experta\nEntre esa' piernas tú tiene' poderes\nPor eso sigo aquí aunque pelees\nDecirte que no, desnu'a no se puede\nNo voy a negar que la clave la tiene'\nPero peleando, estás cincuenta y cero a lo Mayweather\n[Verso 5: Ozuna]\nOjalá se repita\nYo quiero una, una probaíta'\nRecordemo', bebecita\nComo en la guagua mis cancione' tú las gritas\nComo de kryptonita\nY ese bootysote que amerita\n(Ma'-ma') No puedo olvidar tu forma 'e besar\nComo te comía y él llamándote pa' pelear\nAhora, si quieres, nos vamo' en jet para asegurar\nTranquila, que ese se muere como diga que te va a tocar\nYo lo sé, bebé\nRecordemos como es que lo hacíamo'\nPero no olvidemo' como nos comíamo', bebé\n[Estribillo: Brytiago, \nAnuel AA\n & \nDarell\n]\nNo vo' a negarte que bien dura te ve', \neh-eh\nYo sé que ni borracho yo te meto otra ve'\n (\nPa' que sepa'\n)\nOjalá y terminemo' como la última ve'\nY te lo juro por mi vida, no te vuelvo a romper, eh-eh\n[Outro: Brytiago, \nDarell\n, \nDaddy Yankee\n, \nAnuel AA\n & *Ozuna*]\nNekxum\nEverybody go to the discotek!\nBrytiago\nLa universidad\nDarell\nLos Intocables, Los Iluminatis, ¿oí'te, bebé?\nDaddy\nMera, dime, Xian (\nCartel\n)\nOrgánico\nAnuel\n*El negrito 'e ojos claros, Ozuna*\nLa universidad del género, ¿oí'te?\nBrytiago, baby" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Never Satisfied (Original Version) with the following description: After giving a smaller snippet on Future’s album version of the song, Mike Will finally dropped the full version of ‘Never Satisfied’ after a long wait. Drake originally didn’t want his verse used. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Future]\n​No matter what you do, it's never enough\n​I don’t understand these bitches, Drizzy (Ooh yeah)\n​Trying though, half of these niggas feel me\nEarDrummers, Mike WiLL Made-It\nThey ain't never satisfied\n​\n​[Chorus: Drake & \nFuture\n]\n​Time after time after time (Ayy)\n​Money's all I get and there's still money on my mind\nAnd they ain't never satisfied (Yeah)\nAnd we ain't ever satisfied\n (\nAyy, they ain't ever satisfied\n)\nAnd you can make it rain until your arms tired (\nYeah\n)\nAs soon as it all stop them bitches just wonder why (\nYeah\n)\nThey ain't never satisfied\nThey ain't never satisfied (\nOh no, oh no\n)\nAnd they ain't ever\n[Bridge: Drake & \nFuture\n]\nAin't no pressure on the money, Lord knows\nBut we still be on the road like we scared of going broke\nWe ain't never satisfied (\nNo, no, never\n)\nWe ain't never (\nNever\n), we ain't never (\nNo, no, never\n)\n[Verse 1: Future]\nAnd it's a lot of money in the room\nI gotta find another spot, hiding soon\nI mix the rosé with the purple juice\nI hustle everyday and you don't have a clue\nAfter you get money and all your dreams come true\nIt's like everything that surround you get brand new\nI can't never forget the struggle and I pay dues\nCan't let the money and fame come between my crew\nMy pain still runnin' deeper than the ocean\nOrdered up 10,000 ones and I throw it\nName a bag in the store that she ain't got\nName a designer store that we ain't shop\nThey ain't never satisfied ​[Chorus: Drake & \nFuture\n]\n​Time after time after time (Ayy)\n​Money's all I get and there's still money on my mind\nAnd they ain't never satisfied (Yeah)\nAnd we ain't ever satisfied\n (\nAyy, they ain't ever satisfied\n)\nAnd you can make it rain until your arms tired (\nYeah\n)\nAs soon as it all stop them bitches just wonder why (\nYeah\n)\nThey ain't never satisfied\nThey ain't never satisfied (\nOh no, oh no\n)\nAnd they ain't ever\n[Bridge: Drake & \nFuture\n]\nAin't no pressure on the money, Lord knows\nBut we still be on the road like we scared of going broke\nWe ain't never satisfied (\nNo, no, never\n)\nWe ain't never (\nNever\n), we ain't never (\nNo, no, never\n)\n[Verse 2: Drake]\nYeah, yeah\nThere's a lot of money in the room\nShe said she wanna ball, wanna shoot some hoop\nI put up big numbers for a new recruit\nWe just out here doing what young niggas do\nMe and that boy Future could probably start a group\nOn some K-Ci and JoJo shit, have these bitches loose\nMan, they know what it do\nWe got these niggas in the game stuck and they shouldn't move\nI don't like sudden moves\nTell me, how is it that every fuckin' verse get the rewind?\nAnd the watch cost too much for free time\nAnd I hit the strip club, that's my me time\nSee I can't get much bigger, I'm that nigga\nBut they ain't never satisfied ​[Chorus: Drake & \nFuture\n]\n​Time after time after time (Ayy)\n​Money's all I get and there's still money on my mind\nAnd they ain't never satisfied (Yeah)\nAnd we ain't ever satisfied\n (\nAyy, they ain't ever satisfied\n)\nAnd you can make it rain until your arms tired (\nYeah\n)\nAs soon as it all stop them bitches just wonder why (\nYeah\n)\nThey ain't never satisfied\nThey ain't never satisfied (\nOh no, oh no\n)\nAnd they ain't ever\n[Bridge: Drake & \nFuture\n]\nAin't no pressure on the money, Lord knows\nBut we still be on the road like we scared of going broke\nWe ain't never satisfied (\nNo, no, never\n)\nWe ain't never (\nNever\n), we ain't never (\nNo, no, never\n)\n[Outro: Drake & \nFuture\n]\nYeah\nOoh yeah, ooh yeah\nOoh yeah, ooh yeah\nOoh yeah, ooh yeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called XO with the following description: The song was originally released by Beyoncé on her 2013 self-titled Album. It was the lead single for the album, being released to digital resellers on December 16, 2013.\n“XO” was originally written by Ryan Tedder, Terius Nash and Beyoncé Knowles.\nJohn Mayer first covered the song in April 2014 during one of his shows in Adelaide, Australia. On May 22 he released a studio version of the song on his Soundcloud account featuring only guitar, harmonica and piano. It was made available for download from digital retailers on May 27.\nMayer later thanked Beyoncé for “her blessing” and stated the song being inspiring for his next album in “very important ways”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nYour love is bright as ever\nEven in the shadows\nBaby, kiss me\nBefore they turn the lights out\nYour heart is glowing\nAnd I'm crashing into you\nMhh baby, kiss me, kiss me\nBefore they turn the lights out\nBefore they turn the lights out\nOh, baby, love me lights out\n[Chorus]\nIn the darkest night, I'll\nI'll search through the crowd\nYour face is all that I see\nI'm giving you everything\nBaby, love me lights out\nBaby, love me lights out\n[Verse 2]\nOh, we don't have forever\nBaby, daylight's wasting\nYou better kiss me\nBefore our time has run out, oh\nNobody sees what we see\nThey're just hopelessly gazing\nOh, baby, take me, take me\nBefore they turn the lights out\nBefore time has run out\nOh, baby, love me lights out [Chorus]\nIn the darkest night, I'll\nI'll search through the crowd\nYour face is all that I see\nI'm giving you everything\nBaby, love me lights out\nBaby, love me lights out\nOh, you can turn my lights out\n[Bridge]\nI love you like XO\nYou love me like XO\nYou kill me girl XO\nYou love me like XO\nIs all that I see\nGiving you everything\nBaby, love me lights out\nBaby, love me lights out\nYou can turn my lights out\n[Chorus]\nOh, in the darkest night, I'll\nI'll search through the crowd\nYour face is all that I see\nI'm giving you everything\nBaby, love me lights out\nBaby, love me lights out\nOh, you can turn my lights out" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called ATL Freestyle with the following description: A verse from Wiz circa 2008. Many people have debated whether this was a freestyle or a written verse. It is most likely written since Wiz is looking at his phone throughout most of the video. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Uh life's good so I'm feelin great\nCall me Outta Town Shawty, er'y week a different state\n3 cell phones, pennsylvania plates\nHold on, hold on, hold on, hold on\nSayin lifes good so im livin great\nCall me outta town shawty er'y week a different state\n3 cell phones,\n pennsylvania plates\nOn a four month march, tryna get my money straight (money straight)\nI'm bout cake - to keep the world turnin\nHundred thousand dolla earnin while im big blunt burnin\nBut to these hoes im a pimp like iceberg\nProlly hurt ya feelins if I told ya what the ice worth\nA couple grand, i'll hitcha with a nice verse\nKush when I land mix it in when I light purp\nAnd I like purp - I fucks with kush more\nNiggas talkin reckless I expect thats what the hoods for\nWhat up hazelwood?\n nigga ooh woop\nI'm a rapper's fear, I'm in your ear like a blue tooth\nAnd my money old (old) but my shoes new\nAll them carats got ur girl open like a moon roof\nNigga who you? nigga who we?\nWe the taylor gang\n - they be like ooh weee\nThey be like who he? thats young khalifa man\nFlyer than the ceilin fan ooh he gotta group of fans\nI keep them groupie hoes yeah I gotta group of dough\nAll up in my pocket I dont needa wallet\nRubberband poppin ya'll niggasz ain't gettin stacks\nMight as well sit back n relax\nN watch what we doin dont watch me\nWatch flava love or somethin on tv\nCuz this is tv nigga HD u can't afford me" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Love Is Just a Way to Die with the following description: This song is off of Low Standards EP which has two songs.\nIt was also featured on CW tv show The Vampire Diaries in season 5 finale.\nExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI took on all your pain\nOh, what a great mistake i made\nI never thought you'd leave me\nWith all your burdens overneath me\n'i miss you' would be understated\nMemories have slowly faded\nThat love you sacrificed\nWas just another way to die\n[Chorus]\nIf heaven is a place you'll go\nI don't know if i will ever see you\nAnd if you leave before you know\nI'll let go of all we've ever been through\nI'm finding out the ways to live\nIn spite of all the wars you left inside my mind\nLove is just a way to die\n[Verse 2]\nWe both have scars to show off\nAll the nights we carved alone\nIf you'd come back, believe me\nI'd show you pain is not self-healing Do you think of me at breakfast?\nWhen you're hungry nights are sexless?\nOne day you'll come to find\nI found another way to die\n[Chorus]\nIf heaven is a place you'll go\nI don't know if i will ever see you\nAnd if you leave before you know\nI'll let go of all we've ever been through\nI'm finding out the ways to live\nIn spite of all the wars you left inside my mind\nLove is just a way to die" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Hold Up with the following description: “Hold Up” serves as the eighth track from Demi Lovato’s third studio album, Unbroken. Lyrically, the song talks about a lust for a romantic relationship with a particular someone by using comparisons to a robbery/kidnapping. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nIf the weapon is your love\nI got my hands up\nIf the weapon is your love\nI got my hands up\n[Verse 1]\nIt's a hold up\nBroke in out of nowhere, showed up\nI'm in love\nThis heist got me skippin' a heartbeat\nI'm giving up\n[Pre Chorus]\nI wanna run, run, run away\nIn your getaway car, make a getaway\n[Chorus]\nIf the weapon is your love, I got my hands up\nIf you're gonna take me down, I surrender\nI'll give you anything you want, just don't leave me alone\nThis is a hold up\nThis is a hold up\nIf the weapon is your love, I got my hands up\n[Verse 2]\nHey, stranger\nI'm addicted to the danger of your touch\nNow you're wanted\nBetter keep me as your hostage\nTie me up [Pre Chorus]\nI wanna run, run, run away\nIn your getaway car, make a getaway\n[Chorus]\nIf the weapon is your love, I got my hands up\nIf you're gonna take me down, I surrender\nI'll give you anything you want, just don't leave me alone\nThis is a hold up\nThis is a hold up\n[Bridge]\nEverybody get down\nGet down on the floor, floor\nEverybody get down\nNobody gets hurt, hurt\n[Chorus]\nIf the weapon is your love, I got my hands up\nIf you're gonna take me down, I surrender\nI'll give you anything you want, just don't leave me alone\nThis is a hold up\nThis is a hold up\nIf the weapon is your love, I got my hands up\nIf you're gonna take me down, I surrender\nI'll give you anything you want, just don't leave me alone\nThis is a hold up\nThis is a hold up\nIf the weapon is your love, I got my hands up\nIf the weapon is your love, I got my hands up" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Toy (1981 Demo) with the following description: “The Toy” is a song recorded and written by Michael Jackson in 1981 for the Richard Pryor movie of the same name. However, it wasn’t released due to Jackson focusing on Thriller. It is an early version of the track “Best Of Joy”, which is among Jackson’s final recordings. The song was also recorded in 1984, but was again kept in the vaults.\nLyrically, the two versions are almost identical, with the main difference being the opening verse.\nBy digging into Sony’s image database, it was confirmed that “The Toy” would be on Thriller 40. On September 22, 2022, Michael Jackson’s social media accounts announced “The Toy”’s inclusion, and the track number was revealed on Apple Music. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI am your toy, I am your boy\nI am the moonlight, you are the spring\nOur lives are sacred things\nYou know I always will love you, I am forever\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI am the one who came when you fell down\nI was the only one around when things would hurt you\nI am forever\nWasn't it I who said that you are free?\nWhen living seemed so hard to be\nAnd things would hurt you\n[Chorus]\nI am forever\n[Verse 2]\nI am your friend through thick and thin\nWe need each other, we'll never part\nOur love is from the heart\nWe'll never say \"I don't need you\"\nWe are forever\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWasn't it I who said that you arе free?\nWhen living seemed so hard to be\nAnd things would hurt you\nI am forеver\nI am the one who came when you fell down\nI was the only one around\nWhen things would hurt you [Chorus]\nI am forever\n[Bridge]\nYou are the sun that lights up the sky\nWhen things are shady, what comes what may we do get by\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI was the only one around when things would hurt you\nI am forever\n[Verse 3]\nI am your toy, I am your boy\nI am the moonlight, you are the spring\nOur lives are sacred things\nYou know I always will love you, I am forever\nI am the one who came when you fell down\nI was the only one around when things would hurt you\nI am forever\nWasn't it I who said that you are free?\nWhen living seemed so hard to be\nAnd things would hurt you\n[Outro]\nWe are forever\nUh-huh\nWe are forever\nUh-huh\nWe are forever\nWe are forever\nWe are forever" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Coldest Winter with the following description: “Coldest Winter”—an impassioned farewell to two important women in Kanye’s life—is his rendition of the 1983 song “Memories Fade” by Tears for Fears.\nThe first of the women is his mother, Donda West, who died due to complications from cosmetic surgery in 2007. Donda had been a constant source of love and guidance in addition to taking on some of Kanye’s managerial responsibilities.\nThe second is fashion designer Alexis Phifer with whom West had a six-year relationship (and two year engagement). His mother’s death and Kanye’s demanding work schedule ultimately laid this romance to rest. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nOn lonely nights, I start to fade\nOn lonely nights, I start to fade\nHer love's a thousand miles away\nHer love's a thousand miles away\n[Chorus]\nMemories made in the coldest winter\nGoodbye, my friend, will I ever love again?\nMemories made in the coldest winter\n[Verse 2]\nIt's 4 AM and I can't sleep\nIt's 4 AM and I can't sleep\nHer love is all that I can see\nHer love is all that I can see\n[Chorus]\nMemories made in the coldest winter\nGoodbye, my friend, will I ever love again?\nMemories made in the coldest winter, winter, winter, uh\nGoodbye, my friend, will I ever love again?\nGoodbye, my friend, will I ever love again?\nGoodbye, my friend, will I ever love again?\n[Verse 3]\nIf spring can take the snow away\nIf spring can take the snow away\nCan it melt away all our mistakes?\nCan it melt away all our mistakes? [Chorus]\nMemories made in the coldest winter\nGoodbye, my friend, I won't ever love again\nNever again\n[Produced by Kanye West, No I.D., and Jeff Bhasker]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Hymn for the Weekend with the following description: \nColdplay’s Queen B duet is an ode to enjoying a significant other you love and cherish. In an interview, Martin described the origins of the collaboration and its sound:\nI thought I’d like to have a song called “Drinks on Me” where you sit on the side of a club and buy everyone drinks because you’re so fucking cool. I was chuckling about that, when this melody came – “drinks on me, drinks on me” – then the rest of the song came out. I presented it to the rest of the band and they said, “We love this song, but there’s no way you can sing ‘drinks on me.’” So that changed into “drink from me” and the idea of having an angelic person in your life. Then that turned into asking Beyonce to sing on it.\nIt’s one of four collaborations on the album; the others are Tove Lo on “Fun”, Gwyneth Paltrow on “Everglow”, and a Barack Obama sample on “Kaleidoscope.”\nApparently, Beyonce also made their album 90% better.\nShe made our album 90% better. And we were already 20% good. So now we’re like 110% the band we used to be. You do the math.\nBefore the album’s December 4, 2015 release date, it was previewed on Twitter on November 24, 2015. The official music video was uploaded on the 29th of January. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Beyoncé]\nAnd said drink from me, drink from me\n(Oh-ah-oh-ah)\nThat we shoot across the sky\nSymphony\nThat we shoot across the sky\nPour on a...\nDrink from me, drink from me\n(Oh-ah-oh-ah)\nThat we shoot across the sky\nSymphony\n(So high, so high)\nThat we shoot across the sky\n[Verse 1: Chris Martin]\nOh, angel sent from up above\nYou know you make my world light up\nWhen I was down, when I was hurt\nYou came to lift me up\nLife is a drink and love's a drug\nOh, now I think I must be miles up\nWhen I was a river dried up\nYou came to rain a flood\n[Pre-Chorus: Chris Martin & \nBeyoncé\n]\nYou said drink from me, drink from me\nWhen I was so thirsty\nPoured on a symphony\nNow I just can't get enough\nPut your wings on me, wings on me\nWhen I was so heavy\nPoured on a symphony\nWhen I'm low, low, low, low [Chorus: Chris Martin]\nI, oh-I, oh-I\nGot me feeling drunk and high, so high, so high\nOh-I, oh-I, oh-I\nNow I'm feeling drunk and high, so high, so high\n(Woo)\n(Woo-ooo-ooo-woo)\n[Verse 2: Chris Martin & \nBeyoncé\n]\nOh, angel sent from up above\nI feel you coursing through my blood\nLife is a drink and your love's about\nTo make the stars come out\n[Pre-Chorus: Chris Martin & \nBeyoncé\n]\nPut your wings on me, wings on me\nWhen I was so heavy\nPoured on a symphony\nWhen I'm low, low, low, low\n[Chorus: Chris Martin]\nI, oh-I, oh-I\nGot me feeling drunk and high, so high, so high\nOh-I, oh-I, oh-I\nI'm feeling drunk and high, so high, so high [Bridge: Beyoncé & \nChris Martin\n]\nI, oh-I, oh-I\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, so high, so high\nI, oh-I, oh-I\nNow I'm feeling drunk and high, so high, so high\n[Outro: Beyoncé & \nChris Martin\n]\nThat I shoot across the sky\nThat I shoot across the...\nThat I shoot across the sky\nLet me shoot across the...\n (Let me shoot)\nLet me shoot across the sky\nLet me shoot across the...\nLet me shoot across the sky\nThat we shoot across the..." } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Feels with the following description: “Feels” is a lighthearted summer song which unites previous “Heatstroke” crooner Pharrell Williams, “Open Wide” rapper Big Sean, and new collaborator Katy Perry.\nCalvin announced the track alongside a teaser through Twitter:\n\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]\nHey!\nNow nothing ever last forever, no\nOne minute you're here and the next you're gone\nSo I respect you, wanna take it slow\nI need a mental receipt to know this moment I owe\n[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nAnd do you mind if I steal a kiss? (Chop, chop)\nA little souvenir, can I steal it from you?\nTo memorize the way you shock me\nThe way you move it here (Hey)\nJust wanna feel it from you (Hey)\n[Chorus: Katy Perry]\nDon't be afraid to catch feels\nRide drop top and chase thrills (Hey)\nI know you ain't afraid to pop pills (Hey)\nBaby, I know you ain't scared to catch feels\nFeels with me\n[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]\nI'm your window shopper, sucker for your love, oh\nI'm wearing your goggles, virtual reality\nIt ain't what it cost you, it might be a dollar\nAs long as it shocks you, memory, electricity [Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nAnd do you mind if I steal a kiss? (Chop, chop)\nA little souvenir, can I steal it from you? (Oh, yeah)\nTo memorize the way you shock me (Zap)\nThe way you move it here (Hey)\nJust wanna feel it from you (Hey)\n[Chorus: Katy Perry]\nDon't be afraid to catch feels (Ha)\nRide drop top and chase thrills (Oh-oh-oh, oh)\nI know you ain't afraid to pop pills\n (Hey)\nBaby, I know you ain't scared to catch feels (Straight up)\nFeels with me (Woah)\n[Verse 3: Big Sean]\nGoddamn, I know you love to make an entrance\nDo you like getting paid or getting paid attention?\nYou mixed the wrong guys with the right intentions\nIn the same bed, but it still feel long distance\nShe's looking for a little more consistency\nBut when you stop looking, you gon' find what's meant to be\nAnd honestly, I'm way too done with the hoes\nI cut off all my exes for your x and o's\nI feel my old flings was just preparing me\nWhen I say I want you, say it back, parakeet\nFlyin' first-class through the air, Airbnb\nI'm the best you had, you just be comparing me to me\nI'ma 'at' this at you, if I put you on my phone\nAnd upload it, it'll get maximum views\nI came through in the clutch with the lipsticks and phones\nWear your fave cologne just to get you alone [Chorus: Katy Perry & Big Sean]\nDon't be afraid to catch feels\nDon't be afraid to catch these feels\nRide drop top and chase thrills (Yeah)\nI know you ain't afraid to pop pills (I know)\nBaby, I know you ain't scared to catch feels\nWoah, woah, woah\nFeels with me\nDon't be afraid to catch feels (No, no)\nDon't be afraid, baby\nRide drop top and chase thrills (Woah, okay)\nI know you ain't afraid to pop pills\nI know, I know, I know, \nI know\nBaby, I know you ain't scared to catch feels\nFeels with me" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called D.R.E.A.M. with the following description: “D.R.E.A.M.” (Drugs Rule Everything Around Me) is the third track on Miley Cyrus' EP She Is Coming.\nCyrus first debuted the song live on May 25th at BBC Radio 1’s Big Weekend 2019.\nThe song samples Wu-Tang Clan’s “C.R.E.A.M.” (Cash Rule Everything Around Me). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Miley Cyrus]\nYou're in my bed uninvited\nIt's fine 'cause I'm in the mood\nHope you don't mind if I spike it\nWe'll drink it, just me and you\n[Pre-Chorus: Miley Cyrus]\nAnd you know we're gonna be alright\nWe'll be sleeping on a red-eye flight\nKeep up with me 'til the end of the night\nAnd we're just gettin' started\n[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]\nAlways last to leave the party\nDrugs rule everything around me\nWake up with new tattoos on my body\nDrugs rule everything around me\nHit the Goose, raise a toast, pop the molly\nI can go toe-to-toe, like I'm Ali\nWe're all tryna fill the lonely\nDrugs rule everything around me\n[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus]\nDrugs rule everything around me\nDrugs rule everything around me [Verse 2: Miley Cyrus]\nThese planes are all UFOs\nAnd this city's in outer space\nIt's better than where we came from\nI think that we both should stay\n[Pre-Chorus: Miley Cyrus]\n'Cause you know we're gonna be alright\nWe'll be fucking on a red-eye flight\nKeep up with me 'til the end of the night\nAnd we're just gettin' started\n[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]\nAlways last to leave the party\nDrugs rule everything around me\nWake up with new tattoos on my body\nDrugs rule everything around me\nHit the ghost, raise a toast, pop the molly\nAll the girls in my room look like Dolly\nWe're all tryna fill the lonely\nDrugs rule everything around me\n[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus]\n(Drugs rule everything around me)\nDrugs rule everything around me\nDrugs rule everything around me\nDrugs rule everything around me\nDrugs rule everything around me [Outro: Ghostface Killah]\nDrugs rule everything around me\nYou could call me a king\nI got it all in my store, you should crown me\nPurple Perc, sticky green mollies, sippy lean\nGot the white that's sure to light the floor like in \"Billie Jean\"\nScarface nights (Nights)\n500 thousand on the pinkie, Broadway ice (Ice)\nWe throw diamonds at weddings and y'all throw rice (Rice)\nLollapalooza, Coachella custies, that's my type\nParty all night" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Artist Archive: Beyoncé with the following description: This page serves as an initial archive of online resources pertaining to Beyoncé. Examples of works contained within in this archive include:\n\nInterviews (magazines, radio, video)\nPhotoshoots\nAwards and accomplishments\nCritical reviews\nNotable references (official websites and social media posts)\n\nNote that this is currently a work in progress – for more information and/or to help contribute to this project please feel free to post in the forum or contact treflip directly.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "December 2013 to October 2015: \nBEYONCÉ\n Era\nAwards & Accomplishments\n6/29/14\n - BET Award for Best Female R&B Artist\n6/29/14\n - BET Awards, FANdemonium Award\n6/29/14\n - BET Award for Best Collaboration, \"Drunk In Love\" (feat. JAY-Z)\n11/23/14\n - American Music Award for Favorite Soul/R&B Female Artist\n11/23/14\n - American Music Award for Favorite Soul/R&B Album, \nBEYONCÉ\n6/28/15\n - BET Award for Video Director of the Year (with Ed Burke and Todd Tourso)\n6/28/15\n - BET Award for Best Female R&B Artist\n6/28/15\n - BET Award for Video of the Year, \"7/11\"\nAppearances & Shows\n1/26/14\n - 56th Annual Grammy Awards\n2/19/14\n - 2014 BRIT Awards\n2/20/14-3/27/14\n - The Mrs. Carter Show World Tour\n6/25/14-9/13/14\n - On the Run Tour\n8/24/14\n - MTV Video Music Awards\n2/8/15\n - 57th Annual Grammy Awards\n2/16/15\n - \nStevie Wonder: Songs in the Key of Life — An All-Star Grammy Salute\n9/5/15\n - Made in America Festival\n9/26/15\n - Global Citizen Festival\n10/20/15\n - TIDAL X 1020\nDiscography\nAs a lead artist:\n12/13/13\n - \nBEYONCÉ\n8/12/14\n - \"Flawless (Remix)\" (feat. Nicki Minaj)\n11/24/14\n - \nBeyoncé: Platinum Edition\n11/24/14\n - \nMore Only\n EP\n11/25/14\n - \"7/11\"\n11/28/14\n - \"Ring Off\"\n9/4/15\n - \n\"Crazy In Love (Remix)\"\nAs a featured artist:\n2/18/14\n - \"Part II (On the Run)\" (with JAY-Z)\n6/2/14\n - \"Say Yes\" (with Michelle Williams and Kelly Rowland)\n9/18/15\n - \"Runnin' (Lose It All)\" (with Naughty Boy and Arrow Benjamin)\nFilmography\nAs a lead artist:\n12/13/13\n - \nBEYONCÉ\n: The Visual Album (all music videos available on iTunes Store)\n12/16/13\n - \"Drunk In Love\" (feat. JAY-Z)\n12/16/13\n - \"XO\"\n2/25/14\n - \"Partition\"\n4/24/14\n - \"Pretty Hurts\"\n9/20/14\n - \nOn the Run Tour: Beyoncé and Jay-Z\n10/6/14\n - \"Flawless (Remix)\" (feat. Nicki Minaj, live from Paris)\n11/21/14\n - \"7/11\"\n11/24/14\n - \"Haunted\"\n11/24/14\n - \"Mine\" (feat. Drake)\n11/24/14\n - \"Blow\"\n11/24/14\n - \"Jealous\"\n11/24/14\n - \"Heaven\"\n11/24/14\n - \"***Flawless\" (feat. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie)\n11/24/14\n - \"Grown Woman\"\n11/24/14\n - \"Blue\" (feat. Blue Ivy Carter)\n11/24/14\n - \"No Angel\"\n11/24/14\n - \"Superpower\" (feat. Frank Ocean)\n11/24/14\n - \"Rocket\"\n11/24/14\n - \"Ghost\"\n11/24/14\n - \"Yoncé\"\n12/12/14\n - \"Yours And Mine\"\n2/9/15\n - \"Take My Hand, Precious Lord\": The Voices\"\nAs featured artist:\n5/17/14\n - \"Part II (On the Run)\" (with JAY-Z)\n6/18/14\n - \"Say Yes\" (with Michelle Williams and Kelly Rowland)\n5/18/15\n - \"Feeling Myself\" (with Nicki Minaj)\n6/18/15\n - \"Bitch I'm Madonna\" (with Madonna, cameo only)\n9/18/15\n - \"Runnin' (Lose It All)\" (with Naughty Boy and Arrow Benjamin)\nInterviews\nDate\n -\n \nArticle Name, \nPublisher Name\n, Date Published" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Top Down on da NAWF with the following description: “Top Down on Da Nawf” reflects on Migos' experience when returning back to their home, which they call the Nawfside of the Nawf. Offset, Quavo, and Takeoff grew up together in Gwinnett County, which is in North Atlanta, Georgia. Being proud Atlanta based rappers, the members of Migos often pay tribute to the area they lived in as children. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Sample]\nPlease help me\n[Chorus: Quavo]\nTop down on da NAWF, I'm home\nI can never get lost, no no\nI play the field and the coach (I play the field)\nAnd they know, that's why I'm Huncho\n[Verse 1: Quavo]\nFor some reason I can't cry, cry\nFor some reason, I am not tired\nFor the gang, I gotta bring it home\nFor my grandma watchin' in the sky (grandma)\nYou probably can't tell me nothin'\nYou probably gonna see me stuntin'\nYou probably wanna see me run\nYou probably wanna see me run on 'em\nBut I got my top down of on da NAWF (yeah, yeah)\nBelieve in what I did and what I saw (yeah, yeah)\nStand on my word by law(yeah, yeah)\nMama prayin' on the devil, shake 'em off (yeah, yeah)\nBoulders on my shoulder, weights on me\nI will never fold up when it's on me\nStash a whole mil' in the backseat\nJust to move them thangs down the backstreet [Chorus: Quavo]\nTop down on da NAWF (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I'm home\nI can never get lost (I can never get lost), no, no\nI play the field and the coach\n(I done played the whole field, for real)\nAnd they know, that's why I'm Huncho\n[Verse 2: Offset]\nI done survived the gun smoke (survive)\nSome of my niggas ain't survive, God bless your soul (yeah, yeah)\nThe codeine eased in my mind 'cause my eyes on the road (my mind, my mind)\nThe Patek is rose, we hide in the flats and bandos\nI'ma pull up on that nigga with the five then\nIf I could go back, I would whip up a pie again\nI got the hood all on my back and they ready to die for him\nDope, trappin' up out of the gym, 2Pac is above the rim (devoted)\nWatchin' me like I am a film, they want the chips, the drip\nThe sauce, my hoe, I look at the niggas like shrimp\nFuck these niggas, these niggas ain't come from the NAWF (NAWF)\n85 nawf the route (yeah) and I'm not leavin' 'em out (nah)\nYeah, shippin' 'em out (ship), don't let the money run out (hey)\n[Chorus: Quavo]\nTop down on da NAWF, I'm home\nI can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no\nI play the field and the coach (I played the field)\nAnd they know, that's why I'm Huncho [Verse 3: Takeoff]\nNo question we come from the NAWF, they know we the boss (NAWF)\nOnly site, no map involved, I cannot get lost (no)\nAnd we know you flaw, everything you say is false (false)\nI'ma scrape his jaw, pay the ticket, you get off\nNo navigation needed or GPS at all (no)\nMy neck and wrist conceited, full of Fiji and it costs (ice)\nMirror, mirror, who the richest niggas of 'em all? (Mirror)\nThe mirror spoke to me and said, \"No cap, I think it's y'all\"\nTakeoff\n[Outro: Quavo]\nIn the night time, we can ride then\nI'ma slide on that bitch outside then (slide, slide)\nI'ma make sure my wrist all iced in (ice)\nI'ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)\nI'ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)\nI'ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)\nI'ma make sure my wrist outside (outside)\nI'ma make sure my wrist outside then (outside, yeah)\nHave you ever swam with sharks in the deep blue, huh?\nEver been in the dark when there is no sun, huh?\nEver been on the NAWF with hundred round drum?\nWith a hundred round drum (NAWF, yeah)\nDrum (NAWF, yeah) drum\nPull up on me, show me outside then (yeah)\nPull up on me, show me let it fly then\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah\nOhhh (NAWF)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Ice On with the following description: “Ice On” was first previewed as a snippet on July 29th, 2019, and then in full on July 30th, 2019. It is unclear if the track will appear on any of 21’s upcoming records.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nI rather rap on Zay track\nYeah (Yeah), Yeah (Yeah)\nYeah (Yeah), Yeah (Yeah)\nYeah (Yeah), Yeah (Yeah)\nYeah (Ha), Yeah (Ha ha ha)\nHa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\nWhoa, whoa, whoa\n21, 21, 21\n[Verse 1]\nMoney long, clip long\nDick long, bitch gone\nBricks gone, Knicks gone\nTrappin' off a flip phone (Flip)\nMy uncle old as hell, he want me to whip it 'cause his wrist gone (Skrrt)\nBitch, you broke as hell, your car look like it came of Flinstone (Ha ha ha)\nDiamonds check, Saint Laurent check, bitch, I got a check (21)\nAvianni check, Gucci check, everything a check (On God)\nRidin' in a 'Rari, Nudy in the cab, Chevy and a 'Vette\nDon't you disrespect, Buck .50, slit his neck (21)\n[Chorus]\nI got all my ice on, ice on\nI got all my ice on (Yeah), ice on (Yeah)\nI got all my ice on (Yeah), ice on (Yeah)\nI got all my ice on (Yeah), ice on (Yeah, yeah) [Post-Chorus]\nBitch, you see me shinin' like a lightbulb (21, 21)\nFrostbite, bitch, you know my ice cold (Brr)\nNigga, tuck your chain, and your ice old (21, 21)\nWrong move, nigga, get your brains blowed\n[Verse 2]\nShe a bugaboo, I had to change form (Change form)\nRidin' with my niggas, and the brains blow (Brains blow)\nQuiet Storm came on, I had to change songs (Cut it out)\nI ain't take her panties off, she had to change thongs (Take it off)\nThey heard Young Savage, they had to change flows (Tried to copy)\nYou can't clone me, you better change goals (Nigga, stop)\nAnd take that off your neck, nigga, that ain't gold (Fuck)\nYou been rapping' all your life and you can't get on ('Sup?)\nGoyard bag, full of cash, yeah (Racks, racks)\nLouis bag full of Mary Kate and Ash (Bricks, racks)\nI met her in the club, she was shakin' ass (21, 21)\nBroke my thumb countin' money, I think I need a cast (21, 21)\n[Chorus]\nI got all my ice on, ice on (Wow, wow)\nI got all my ice on, ice on (Wow, wow)\nI got all my ice on, ice on\nI got all my ice on, ice on [Post-Chorus]\nBitch, you see me shinin' like a lightbulb (Bling)\nFrostbite, bitch, you know my ice cold (21, 21)\nNigga, tuck your chain, and your ice old (21)\nWrong move, nigga, get your brains blowed (On God)\n[Outro]\nI rather rap on Zay track" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Drip (Remix) with the following description: This official remix, put together by someone at QC, is a mashup made using:\n\nOffset’s hook and chorus from the original demo for “Drip” by himself & Hoodrich Pablo Juan\n\nTakeoff’s verse from the album version of “Drip” by Cardi B & Migos\n\nQuavo, Young Thug & Future’s verses from “Upscale,” albeit a bit out of order\nHoodrich Pablo Juan’s verse from his demo version of “Drip” with Offset\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Offset]\nThat boy Cassius\nN-N-Nonstop\nHey\n[Chorus: Offset]\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nDiamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nDiamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)\nBitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot)\nPut her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)\nPatek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (drip, drip)\nThe bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)\nShawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')\nI'll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)\nFuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck 'em)\nGot a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)\n[Verse 1: Offset]\nDiamonds on me, what's the price? (price)\nI'm not gettin' involved with the hype (hype)\nI'm too rich to get into a fight (too rich)\nFifty racks got my jeans fittin' tight (fifty racks)\nPay the price and them boys come and wipe you\nWe had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)\nYeah we trap every week, every night (whoa)\nWork my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)\nYeah, Freakazoid lightnin' (lightnin')\n57 90 and it's bitin' (bite)\nWhen I seen a mil I got excited (million)\nFor the cash I'ma turn to Michael Myers\nBaguettes keep dripping, droppin' (drip)\nMy wrist all liquid watches (watch)\nTold the bitch jump on my dick and pop it, ooh\nGave the little bitch a deposit\nCross on my neck, strap boxin', uh\nCup full of Tech, it's toxic\nDraw down the SIG, chop chop chop 'em\nYeah, you dig, your bitch is an option\nPut that watch in the fridge 'cause it's drippin', gettin' sloppy\nWhen it's too much traffic gotta get a helicopter\nBentley Bentayga, no shoes on my carpet\nNo Vince Carter, fifteen with the carbon [Chorus: Offset]\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nDiamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nDiamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)\nBitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot)\nPut her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)\nPatek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (drip, drip)\nThe bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)\n[Verse 2: Takeoff]\nTake-Takeoff\nCame through drippin' (drippin')\nI ain't never slippin', I'm a pimp (pimp)\nFuckin' with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin' (feelin')\nAbort the mission, nigga, they be tellin' off and squealin' (squealin')\nSplash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash)\nWater in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy)\nCame through drippin', spillin'\nWalkin' with the bag (bag)\nTryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin' (ceilin')\nShootin' at civilians ('villians)\nI'm the one dealin', I could make a killin' (killin')\nBags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)\nFlag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelin's (fuck 'em)\nOoh, what is this? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (what)\nCal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (home run)\nThe bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy\nWhen she leave with me, I'ma fly her back to the city (for sure) [Verse 3: Quavo]\nGo get the bag on the day off (racks)\nGo get the rings out the playoffs (rings)\nPots in the beat, it's a bake off (packs)\nFuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)\nBig boy tools, Maaco (big boy)\nMake a bitch dance with a draco (dance)\nWalkin' with the cheese, that queso (cheese)\nThat's Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)\nPrivate jet, we don't do layover (whew)\nOne call, I'm havin' your bae over (brrt)\nWalk out the spot with a makeover (woo)\nGot her addicted to payola (addicted)\nRe-up on the bag (re-up), then I walk on the red carpet (hey)\nAnything I see, I'm snatchin' (woo)\nI'm geeked, I see iCarly (geeked)\nUpscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than Aladdin (yeah)\nPark it at Magic (yeah)\nWhippin' up, whippin' up magic (skrrt, skrrt)\nTwo hoes, classy (two)\nBut they gon' still get nasty (two)\nWrap it in plastic (hoo)\nJayhawks landing in Kansas (brr, brr)\nThis that Wraith talk (Wraith)\nMil talk, all in the safe talk (safe)\nAin't worried 'bout them nigga, introduce 'em to K talk (K) [Verse 4: Young Thug]\nYeah, Patek Philippe (yeah)\nDifferent size diamonds and it's neat (yeah, yeah)\nWipe a nigga nose (yeah)\n50 bitches with me like Floyd (yeah, yeah)\nIf you come to my spot, you gon' need a motor scooter to tour (yeah)\nI'ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah), I'm just a freaky lil boy (yeah)\nI'm takin' real X, nigga (yeah)\nI'm takin' real X, nigga (yeah)\nI was hittin' it from the back and guess what? (what?)\nI was grippin' my TEC, nigga (yeah)\nNinth grade, I was late, nigga (yeah)\nHad a closet full of minks, nigga (yeah)\nUniversal, hittin' licks, nigga (yeah)\nF&Ns when you reach, nigga (pussy ass nigga)\nYeah, I took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes\nYeah, I used to be broke, but I'm rich now, I know you heard that\nYeah, I used to watch my big homie, now I know the bird dance (brr)\nYeah, now that all my niggas free, tell me where the smoke at\n[Verse 5: Future]\nMore smoke than Puff, bitch thick like buff\nAnd I'm straight out the slum with the yayo\nSnap on this shit like I'm Fabo (skrrt)\nWe got squares and bales in Clayco\nAll my money and cars biracial\nI can't count up the stars, they head-top\nSoon I sit in that foreign, my leg cop\nI bought a straight-A Camaro with the crack rock\nHit a lick then I went and copped a Maybach\nAll shawty wanted was a dope boy (dope boy)\nNever save a ho like a lifeguard\nAnd I got the molly by the eight-ball\nI get the bag on the daily day\nI fucked the bitch on the Adderall\nI put her up in my catalog\nSoon as I came from the car lot, started fishtailing (skrrt), yeah\nShawty gon' squirt it then spit it out back, Israeli, yeah\nShawty gon' bust on the head-first, no paramedics, yeah\nAll I wanted, all I wanted was a hundred mil and I'm there already\n[Verse 6: Young Thug]\nGo get the bag on a day off (day off)\nNiggas turnin' to a faceoff (faceoff)\nI feel this aspirin like Rentanol\nI got this shit out the bando (yeah)\nI'm in the coupe with like nine hoes (nine hoes)\nYou better believe that they fine hoes (fine hoes)\nI'm drippin' sauce with my eyes closed\nTurned to a horse, I was riding hoes\nGator bump, they ain't swine though\nBackburner full of fine hoes\nSwag journeys, every kind though\nCouple milli off a rhymes, whoa\n[Verse 7: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]\nFloral shit, stay in Gucci from the forest\nLean in my organs, walkin' on your mortgage\nI got some jewelry, it cost me a fortune\nGot a little freaky bitch and she gorgeous\nBalmain sag on the Saint Laurent\nI'm pourin' up that it's the time of the month\nDiamonds hittin' like a Mortal Kombat punch\nServin' that cool, same color Nestle Crunch\nStackin' them hundreds up, I got a bunch\nI can't tell the time, my dial done bust\nStay with that Glock, nigga know who I trust\nStill in the trap, nigga servin' that raw dust\nCome get your ho ,'cause you know she wan' fuck\nDesigner drugs serve like I'm wearin' a Gucci tux\nRide two cars back to back when I'm re-ing up\nI'm on them percs, chasin' like I was on Tuss\nGivenchy, gelato when I'm rollin' up\nMe and Offset strapped up in the Bentley truck\nOoh, she suck it good, make it touch and bust\nToo bad that lil bitch couldn't make the cut\nI came in drippin', drippin' in designer\nI got an essay, not an assignment\nToo many chains on, my bitch start whining\nDiamonds big rock like I'm mountain climbing\n[Chorus: Offset]\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nDiamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nCame through drippin' (drip drip)\nDiamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)\nBitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot)\nPut her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)\nPatek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (drip, drip)\nThe bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)\nShawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')\nI'll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)\nFuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck 'em)\nGot a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Pretty Hurts with the following description: A frank and very personal take on what beauty is, the opening track of Beyoncé’s groundbreaking self-titled album offers the very first point of social relevancy in the record: perfection and the impossible standard of beauty set in society is corrupting the nation. We all try so hard to reach that singular, narrow-minded idea of “perfection” despite the fact that beauty itself is subjective.\nDirected by Melina Matsoukas, the first video in the so-called “visual album” has Bey playing a beauty pageant contestant who does everything in her power to look flawless — but still can’t achieve perfection.\n“Well I think we definitely wanted to speak to as many women as we could and all the pain and struggle that we go through as women to maintain this impossible standard of beauty,” Matsoukas explained to MTV News. “We wanted to give it a darker edge and take it there and not give you the Disney version of that struggle. And Beyoncé was more than willing to go that far with it. And I applaud her for that.”\nAt one point, a frustrated Bey knocks down her wall of trophies, which is supposed “to represent knocking down those beauty standards and falling into a victim of that.”\nIn the end, even as hard as Miss Third Ward tries to beat out her competition, she loses. That idea came straight from the pop star.\n“[Originally,] I had her win and I had it mean nothing,” she said. “And then she didn’t want to win. And then, actually, the woman who wins is an albino woman. And we thought it was really important and interesting to break those ideas of what the classic beauty standards would be and to do this with this beautiful albino woman, I thought was really great. And to show ‘Yeah she’s not perfect, she doesn’t always win and you put your best foot forward and you may still lose.’”\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Harvey Keitel & \nBey\noncé\n]\nMs. Third Ward\n, \nyour first question:\nWhat is your aspiration in life?\nOh, well, my aspiration in life would be\nTo be happy\n[Verse 1]\nMama said, \"You're a pretty girl\nWhat's in your head, it doesn't matter\nBrush your hair, fix your teeth\nWhat you wear is all that matters\"\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJust another stage\nPageant the pain away\nThis time, I'm gonna take the crown\nWithout fallin' down, down, down\n[Chorus]\nPretty hurts\nWe shine the light on whatever's worst\nPerfection is a disease of a nation \n(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nPretty hurts\nWe shine the light on whatever's worst\nWe try to fix something\nBut you can't fix what you can't see\nIt's the soul that needs a surgery [Verse 2]\nBlonder hair, flat chest\nTV says bigger is better\nSouth Beach, sugar-free\nVogue says thinner is better\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJust another stage\nPageant the pain away\nThis time, I'm gonna take the crown\nWithout fallin' down, down, down\n[Chorus]\nPretty hurts\nWe shine the light on whatever's worst\nPerfection is a disease of a nation \n(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\n(Pretty hurts)\nPretty hurts (Pretty hurts)\nWe shine the light on whatever's worst\nWe try to fix something\nBut you can't fix what you can't see\nIt's the soul that needs the surgery\n[Bridge]\nAin't got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away\nThe pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body\nIt's the soul, it's my soul that needs surgery\n(It's my soul that needs surgery)\nPlastic smiles and denial can only take you so far\nThen you break when the fake façade leaves you in the dark\nYou're left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful past [Chorus]\nPretty hurts\nWe shine the light on whatever's worst (Pretty hurts)\nPerfection is a disease of a nation \n(Pretty hurts)\nPretty hurts (Pretty hurts)\nWe shine the light on whatever's worst\nTryna fix something (Pretty hurts)\nBut you can't fix what you can't see\nIt's the soul that needs a surgery\n[Outro]\nWhen you're alone all by yourself (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nAnd you're lyin' in your bed (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nReflection stares right into you (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nAre you happy with yourself? (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nYou stripped away the masquerade (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nThe illusion has been shed (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nAre you happy with yourself? (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nAre you happy with yourself? (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)\nYeah, yes\n (Ah, ah, ah)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called The Ways with the following description: “The Ways” is a throwaway track by Big Sean, with additional vocals from Jhené Aiko. The song was recorded in 2016 when the couple were dating. A snippet of the song leaked online on May 8, 2019, with the full song following on May 22. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nDoin' what I gotta do, doin’ what I gotta do\nThis life is not for you\nUhh, woah woah woah woah\n[Chorus: Big Sean & Jhené Aiko]\nThat's just the ways, yeah\nI swear that's just the ways\nI can’t change how I was raised\nYou know that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways, yeah yeah\n[Verse 1]\nI overthink too much, that's just how I was raised\nI'm dealin' with choices that no one around me ever had to make\nThe result of going down the road less paved without ways\nThat’s just the ways, that’s just the ways\nThat's just the ways, yeah yeah\nDad cheated on Mom, that’s how I was raised\nSo how do you expect me to have different ways?\nBroken marriages somehow get inherited\nI'm embarrassed to say, but that's just the ways, that's just the ways, yeah\nSo how do you expect me to be financial\nAnd manage the money that everyone ’round me can't handle?\nHow do you expect me to be a leader\nIf I never seen one? [Chorus: Big Sean & Jhené Aiko]\nCause that's just the ways, yeah yeah\nThat's just the ways, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways\nI can't change how I was raised\nBlowing weed, yellin' \"Fuck the police\" every other day\nSeen fiends to crack every day, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways, yeah yeah\nCause that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways\n[Verse 2]\nAt least I thought so until I got it from a different angle\nBack when the closest thing to Arizona was the much mucho mangos\nI was drained, though\nGoing through life no strings attached, still gettin' tangled\nBefore I knew I was the one that realized the strings was handled by angles\nThinkin' I don't wanna have a kid in this world and it might go to waste\nHaving a son with a gun on his waist\nFalling victim to the system that we can't escape\nStuck in the city like a never ending maze\nTreating problems like they ain't problems and they a phase\n[?] raise cause he can't take advice I never gave, yeah yeah\nCause if Dad treated Mom with a little respect, yeah\nThen he gon' grow up and find the right girl to protect\nCause family businesses ands good marriages somehow get inherited\nWhen life give you that message, it's up to you to translate, yeah yeah [Chorus: Big Sean & Jhené Aiko]\nCause that's just the ways, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways\nI realize I can't change how I was raised\nAnd give somebody something they never gave\nCause that's just the ways, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways, yeah\nThat's just the ways\nI ain't gotta be stuck in my ways\nThat's just the ways, yeah yeah\nThat's just the ways, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways\n[Outro: Big Sean & Jhené Aiko]\nWay, way\nIt's like this for you\nWay, way\nThat's just the ways, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways, yeah, yeah (ways)\nOh ah\nOh ah\nThat's just the ways, that's just the ways\nThat's just the ways, yeah, yeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Left and Right with the following description: “Left and Right,” a breezy pop track about yearning over ex-love, marks Charlie Puth’s first official collaborative release with BTS‘ Jung Kook.\nThe song was first teased on Charlie’s TikTok on February 25, 2022, originally as a solo song. Two months later, Charlie tweeted teasing ‘a dream-collab with BTS’ on the “Left and Right.” At the beginning of June 2022, he started again dropping several hints in his TikToks, this time specifically for a collaboration with Jung Kook. Around two weeks later, the song was officially announced on Puth’s social media, with a video of him and Jung Kook working on the song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Charlie Puth]\nMemories follow me left and right\nI can feel you over here, I can feel you over here\nYou take up every corner of my mind\n(Whatcha gon' do now?)\n[Verse 1: Charlie Puth]\nEver since the d-day y-you went away\n(No, I don't know how)\nHow to erase your body from out my brain\n(Whatcha gon' do now?)\nMaybe I should just focus on me instead\n(But all I think about)\nAre the nights we were tangled up in your bed\n[Pre-Chorus: Charlie Puth]\nOh, no (Oh, no)\nOh, no (Oh, no)\nYou're going 'round in circles\nGot you stuck up in my head, yeah\n[Chorus: Charlie Puth]\nMemories follow me left and right\nI can feel you over here, I can feel you over hеre\nYou take up evеry corner of my mind\nYour love stays with me day and night\nI can feel you over here, I can feel you over here\nYou take up every corner of my mind\n(Whatcha gon' do now?) [Verse 2: Jung Kook]\nEver since the d-day y-you went away\n(Someone tell me how)\nHow much more do I gotta drink for the pain?\n(Whatcha gon' do now?)\nYou do things to me that I just can't forget\n(Now all I think about)\nAre the nights we were tangled up in your bed\n[Pre-Chorus: Jung Kook, \nBoth\n]\nOh, no (\nOh, no\n)\nOh, no (\nOh, no\n)\nYou're going 'round in circles\nGot you stuck up in my head, \nyeah\n[Chorus: Both, \nJung Kook\n, \nCharlie Puth\n]\nMemories follow me left and right\nI can feel you over here, I can feel you over here\nYou take up every corner of my mind (\nOf my mind\n)\nYour love stays with me day and night\nI can feel you over here, I can feel you over here\nYou take up every corner of my mind\n(Whatcha gon' do now?)\n[Bridge: Charlie Puth]\nDid you know you're the one that got away?\nAnd even now, baby, I'm still not okay\nDid you know that my dreams, they're all the same?\nEvery time I close my eyes [Chorus: Charlie Puth, \nJung Kook\n]\nMemories follow me left and right\nI can feel you over here, \nI can feel you over here\nYou take up every corner of my mind\n(Whatcha gon' do now?)\nYour love stays with me day and night\nI can feel you over here, I can feel you over here\n (Oh)\nYou take up every corner of my mind\n(Whatcha gon' do now?)\n[Outro: Charlie Puth, \nJung Kook\n, \nBoth\n]\n(\nOh, woah\n)\nI can feel you over here, \nI can feel you over here\nYou take up every corner of my mind\n(\nWhatcha gon' do now?\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Jet Life with the following description: Once again the trio of Wiz, Curren$y, and Big Krit team to bring us a song about women, money, and haters. Except this time for Curren$y’s 2012 album Stoned Immaculate\nSUPPORT LIFESTYLE RAP! Buy Curren$y on iTunesExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nTalking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nJet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nTalking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nJet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nDon't miss this jet ho\n[Verse 1: Curren$y]\nClub couches, gold digging hoes hounding\nWishing to wake up in one of our houses\n‘Cause we got it, they want it, high end shopping on Rodeo\nBags, boxes being carried, they wishing we was married\nYacht party, I suggested she wear no socks with her Sperrys\nChoppin vulgar and proper over vodka and cranberry\nShe wasn’t offended, she was all the way with it\nSaid she rolling with me cause she know I'm going for the millions\n[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nTalking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nJet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nTalking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nJet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nDon't miss this jet ho [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]\nLet's go, hold it in and don't let go\nDiamonds frozen up, pockets swollen up\nI been rolling up since I was old enough\nNiggas wanna talk about us, nigga, what about timing?\nNiggas wanna talk about luck, nigga, what about grinding?\nI'm baking wherever I want\nI'm paid so my trunk in the front\nMake in a day what you make in a month\nGot a lot of cash so a nigga gon’ stunt\nSpend it on grass, Spitta rolling one up\nYeah we live fast but the main thing is trust\nTGOD, keep gin in a cup\nGet in where you fit in, I'm winning\n[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nTalking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nJet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nTalking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nJet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nDon't miss this jet ho [Verse 3: Curren$y]\nTwisting up sour, living in a tower\nIn a double S Impala, horse power\nGirls follow, recognize and seek guidance on counting dollars\nHigh on top a money mountain, never coming down it\nLooking for a G, capital, well you found it\nGreen back stacks, overseas his accounts is\nShe know all about it, mama ain’t stupid\nShe know this her time and, she's about to choose him\n[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nTalking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nJet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nDon't miss this jet ho, don't miss this jet ho\nTalking Jet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nJet Life to the next life, Jet Life to the next life\nDon't miss this jet ho\n[Outro: Curren$y]\nBitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us\nWanna run with us, well you gotta lose them losers\nBitches who tryna move up be quick to choose us\nWanna run with us, first you gotta lose them losers" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called For Now with the following description: “For Now” is a song about a long-distance relationship.\nThe song was teased with a short snippet on Instagram on March 12, 2019, and it was first performed live on October, 2019 at Lauv’s Tour leg in US.\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nOkay, here we go\n[Verse 1]\nI'll send you pictures all the time\nOf our friends when they're too drunk and telling stories\nI'll keep you right here in my brain\nEven when we're waking up in different cities\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI know it's hard to feel so\nClose to someone\nThat's so far away\n[Chorus]\nBut for now, I'll love you through the phone\nAnd for now, our friends will fill this home\nI'm really gonna miss you, but I'll kiss you through the screen\nFor now, 'til you come home to me\n[Verse 2]\nIn the shadow of the moon\nFound a memory of that night we were in Portland, mmm\nOf the moment I told you\nThat no matter where we are, you're still my best friend [Pre-Chorus]\nI know it's hard to feel so\nClose to someone\nThat's so far away\n[Chorus]\nBut for now, I'll love you through the phone\nAnd for now, our friends will fill this home\nI’m really gonna miss you, but I'll kiss you through the screen\nFor now, 'til you come home to me\n[Bridge]\n(Da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da)\n[Outro]\nI'm really gonna miss you, but I'll kiss you through the screen\nAnd if I had a candle, I would wish you back to me\nAnd next time that I see you, I'll make sure you never leave\nBut for now, just come home to me" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called PUPPET with the following description: “PUPPET” is the second collaboration between Tyler, the Creator and Kanye West, the first being on “SMUCKERS” from Cherry Bomb. The track discusses the obsessive and protective nature of being in love, and how controlling it can be. Here Tyler/IGOR acknowledges both the positive and negative sides of being under your lover’s thumb. This is thematically represented in the disjointed second half of the song, where music from the start of the song abruptly cuts in. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]\nAyo\nI wanna talk, I wanna call you and talk\nI wanna walk to your front door and knock\nAfter I start my vehicle\nDrive to your city 'cause we live an hour apart\nLand at your driveway and put it in park\nThen do the third line of this verse\nThen back to my house and we pack up our bikes\nAnd we ride through the park, chase the sun\nGod, that's all I want, other than air\nOxygen and financial freedom, yeah\nI want your company, I need your company\nI want you to want from me\nI can't maneuver without you next to me\nIt's so complex to me\n[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]\nWhat do you need?\nDo you need bread? Do you need this?\nDo you need a hug?\n Do you need to be alone?\nI could wrap this up and get the fuck away instead\nWhat is your wish? It can be granted\nYou're number one, one on my list, see, I am Santa\nWhere is Rudolph? You're parasitic\nI do not have self-control\nI am startin' to wonder\nIs this my free will or yours? (Yours, yours, yours) [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & \nKanye West\n]\nI'm your puppet, you control me\nI'm your puppet, I don't know me\n(\nDid I wait too long?\n)\nI'm your puppet\n(\nDid I wait too long?\n)\nYou control me\n(\nDid I wait too long?\n)\nI'm your puppet\n(\nDid I wait too long?\n)\nI'm lonely\n'Cause I'm your puppet\n(\nPuppet, oh\n)\nYou control me (\nControl me\n)\nI'm your puppet (\nPuppet\n)\nI don't know\nI'm your puppet (\nDid I wait too long?\n)\nYou control me (\nPuppet\n)\n[Verse 3: Kanye West]\nYou lost, son, and you've been tryna find your way to me\nAyy, to me, he's on somethin' that I hate to see\nA to Z, nah son, I'm gonna take a breathe\nRun a 'thon, I just stop and I'ma take the breathe\n...on a...\n...on a...\nFirst, light the weed\nFirst...\nFirst... (\nGot me by a string\n)\nFirst... (\nGot me by a string\n)\nFirst... (\nGot me by a string\n)\n(\nOh, Lord\n) [Outro: Kanye West, \nTyler, The Creator\n & \nJerrod Carmichael\n]\n(\nLa, la, la, la\n)\n(\nLa, la, la\n)\nBreathe on a song\n(\nLa, la, la\n)\nBreathe on a song\n(\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\n)\nBreathe on a song\n(\nCut me loose\n)\n(\nLa, la, la\n)\n(\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\n)\n(\nCut me loose, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n)\nBut at some point, you come to your senses" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called 10,000 Bars with the following description: This is the last time (before the Carter 4) that Lil Wayne literally wrote down his lyrics.\nHe decided he needed a new artistic style that needed more freedom, and these are a bunch of unused written lines he decided to purge before going off the top all at once in the studio.\nSee Wayne and Cortex Bryant talk about this here Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Lil Wayne]\nGo\nWeezy Wee, bitch\nS-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground\nMuhfucka, what you know bout Weezy huh? Holla at me dawg\nI got it, it's right here, listen\n[Verse 1]\nHolla\nI'm off the rocks squat the box don't rock the spot\nThe Sqad pop 'em I'ma fuck with the hottest\nDiamonds droppin’ temperature, bitch I'm one of the finest\nAnd to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you fuckin'?\nIce shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something\nWith no heart for bitches like ??? or something\nI be the true to nothing thorough nigga, young, raw, and famous\nGet money 'til I'm dead or 'til the day of my arraigning\nSpittin' game through the platinum smile\nYou can see the fuck I be saying from half a mile\nHow I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models\nPoppin' bottles with pussy poppers that gobble until they swallow\nSee I'm a pimp Playboy when it come to these hoes\nCause all I give is cum to these hoes and run from these hoes\nI comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye Mercedes\nHeat up for the haters speed up for the ladies\nMiss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat\nWeezy shit, this our click\nYou 'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at\nAll of a sudden niggas gs, why the fuck is you trippin'?\nI cock and shoot up one of your knees, why the fuck is you trippin'?\nYou listening? I'm official pimpin'\nBe lowkey dippin', Range Ro' be twistin' on blades\nI'm O. J. Simpson, pretty limpin'\nBig fucking cannon, holding me back\nWith some shit from off the Discovery Channel on my back\nMy niggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily\nMy hoes like Nelly cause they go \"Down, down baby\"\nI used to dog chickens, cluck 'em, fuck 'em, and duck 'em\nBut now I'm more mature, I fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and fuck 'em\nStuck inside of the game for damn near two decades\nAnd I'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray\nAww fuck...\nHuh? Drunk off Cris', mami on e\nWeezy on e, mami cummin' on me\nThe diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light\nYou do a lil' something tonight, I buy you something with ice\nAnd I ain't stunting a price, shawty I can afford it\nI been had dough before I was recorded\nStarted to order you a Mercedes C 240\nBut I thought it would be more nice for you in a Ferrari, peep me [Interlude]\nIt's whatever, holla\nI ain't stopping, I ain't stopping\nCheck it, check it\n[Verse 2]\nMuhfucka bet' not fuck with this nigga\nI'm itching, clutching the trigger\nMuhfucka you can end up in a river, shit\nI'm like a tornado I’m twisted off of shit\nAnd my pistols off my hip but I give a shit about who I hit, fuck\nI'm fucked up, I'll fuck you up for fucking up\nGuns up like \"What's up?\", get your fucking guts cut\nTough luck bruh\nWonder why your bitch act stuck up?\nCause the slut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her fucking butt\nYung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man\nLook call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane\nNigga can't tell me nothing 'bout the game\nBeen in that deep shit, every year I'm M. V. P\nIt's just in me\nRims on the 'Lac like 22 inches\nPlay with me, I open up your back like 22 inches\nGuerrilla pimpin'\nAnd it really isn't wise for niggas to start poppin'\nAt any given time them niggas could start droppin', peep it\nI'm off the strip muhfucka what you want?\nThis a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk\nNiggas be like Mase and go to Church\nBut I go to the trunk and then I go to your shirt\nHolla at me, I'm the don bitch\nLook we can get it on bitch\nGotta get another rap to flow on bitch...\nHold up, aight, aight, aight\nListen, playa, all I do is get bread, I'ma head to them cowards\nAnd if they ever try me, I'll bring y'all the head of them cowards\nThis big spending, see the heads on them dollars\nIt's big pimpin', you see your bitch lipstick red on my boxers\nChoppers pop at any time for any given reason\nLeave 'em not breathing under cement for one disagreement\nFreedom, we ride on them bitches, rollin' through sittin' high on them inches\nMy mission's to make sure Squad get expensive\nAnd if anyone of you niggas better get defensive, your care will get intensive\nShot put humps on top of your head like Bart Simpson\nI spark instant, now who want it? I'll light your set\nCause I'm all about money cocksucker, my life a check\nI'm spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya\nI spit 16 after ya like I rap with y\nPut your chest in the back of ya\nYou would think a truck hit 'em, it's Weezy, don't fuck with him\nBetter lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick\nCome and get me I spray, spark, spit, it's straight war bitch\nNiggas is hoes, like they take long dick\nI wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split\nAnd may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, blind to the fact\n9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap\nI ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats\nIt’s rhymes of the crack, my Sqad, I'll die for that\nI climb in the 'Lac, drunk off 190 ?\nDon't try me cat, I take this shit beyond the rap\nAnd this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black\nDon't like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat\nBut fuck the bullshit I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut\nYou hatin' us? We tape you up\nI spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks\nBandanas, braids, and cuts, I'm gangsta'd up\nMuhfucka [Interlude]\nOh, oh shit, oh shit\nWhat they want?\nI dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy?\nCheck it, check it\n[Verse 3]\nLil' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya ho be like \"That's so purty\"\nFuck with me I'll show your chest no mercy\nSqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean\nBring action to these fake ass niggas like movie scenes\nI pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine\nWake up in the morning, lips burning, can't move my spleen\nSee this lil' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things\nI'll get you different drugs mixed up like Smoothie King\nThe heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee\nWatch your wifey, she's mostly likely to blow me pipey\nI'm so exciting\nMoney, murder, steal, kill, rape\nYou should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates\nThis whole world gon' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors\nI'll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you\nTreat you like a bitch, bitch look at me while I do you\n[Interlude]\nOk, ok, homie, ok\nPeep it out, Squiddad\nLet me catch my breath, let the Danger track roll\nAnd let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out\nS-Q-A-D [Verse 4]\nDon't fool with any niggas like me\nWe pull triggers like weeds\nSwigger off the Piña Colada\nDreams of having cream and the power\nYou need a problem? I'm the meanest to start with\nAnd got grams the size of the head of Gina on Martin\nFor any discomfort the Ninas is sparking\nBe in your apartment, many assault men and semi-revolvers\nKeep it clean, I'm a young Sqad street teen, only into green\nIf you intervene I'll leave your ass colder than Winter\nAnd y'all just look like bitches\nYou get fucked then I nut up\nAnd just like bitches, I leave you face down and butt up\nNigga what up? I just bought a record to say fuck Hip-Hop\nI spit it for them niggas who grip Glocks\nDip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop\nWe fix blocks, suddenly watch the income\nFuck with me, watch the outcome\nNiggas don't wanna hear the Glock rung\n[Interlude]\nThat's that real shit, that's-\nK, ok, ok\nYea, holla at me, holla at me\nThis for all these niggas, you know me\nListen, let me tell you who the Sqiddad 7 is, bring it\nIt's Weezy Wee, Lil' Jay, Lil' Tez, Lil' Fee Fee, Lil' Yo, Lil' Sammie, T-Redd\nHolla at us, holla at us, holla at us\nCan't forget Bidd-Ugg-G, don't forget it\nCheck it, check it\n[Verse 5]\nPlayboy I pimp huge\nSee the whip cruise on big shoes\nSlide out the shit, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos\nSee Weezy gets loot, that be why your bitch choose\nBut dude, I ain't got nothing for her but some dick juice\nI stick tools in the pocket of the S. Q. leather\nThey gon' have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure\nI tells you once, I'm the don, you can trust my word\nI say with a Herpes dick, nigga fuck the world\nI be with niggas that could get me years\nI be with hoes and bitches that favor Britney Spears\nListen here, you see the Sqad Minked up, Platinum S. Q. linked up\nWith a freak that drink nut ‘til my dick shrink up\nYou think it's soft? Let the thing bust 'til I'm seeing pink guts\nNiggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us\nYou know who I be, Weezy Wee muhfucka\nI ain't gon' stop the flow until the end\nK we got a new game, I'm running, punting, I ain't passing the ball\nYou other niggas just be crashing the boards\nWith a team full of great players, but I'm a veteran, all-star\nAnd let's be real man, I'm better than all y'all\nI'm the truth, I'm the reason, I'm the meaning, I'm the shit\nI'm the alleged convict in any Sqad incident\nLast name Carter like Vince and shit\nBut I don't slam balls and goals, my life's money, cars, and hoes\nCadillac white walls and 'Bauds, pimpin' partna\nPlus I can get more work out than a fitness doctor\nLet's get this partna, I'm the young don these niggas honor\nAnd those of you who ain't cheap can't buy a vowel\nIt's cause the child's mom will eat me up like Jeffery Dahmer\nLibel to find my condom inside of dry vagina\nI'm kinda calm, drama goes with my persona\nA minor with intentions to harm ya, holla\n[Interlude]\nOk, ok\nSwitch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up\nListen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money\nPuff holla at me\n[Verse 6]\nHomeboy it's Sqad shit\nIt's gon' be Sqad shit, swallow it\nHe who disrespect, hollows follow him\nFlash the pistol, watch 'em stop and pose like they modeling\nBlast 'em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen\nSeriously man, I got enough money to buy ya men\nTurn 'em against you and make 'em kill ya mom and them, don't fuck with me\nBuck 50 on the dash of the box but that's only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire\nWrist looking like blue fire\nPiña Colada got me spiked like barb wire, Weezy Wee, Sqad rider\nHolla at me, you know you know me\nGot out the streets and start hustlin', there's still some fiends who owe me\nBlow me some dro, nah I ain't smoking I stopped that\nMy niggas still get puffed out, I catch the contact\nI'm kinda fucked up, fuck with me and I ain't gonna leave you kinda fucked up\nI leave you fucked up, believe this stuff bruh, it's Sqad shit, bitch\n[Interlude]\nOh shit, I ain't finished\nOh shit, I ain't finished\nI ain't finished Duke\nCheck it, listen\n[Verse 7]\nI come up from a shit deep town, where you hear sounds like \"Click\", \"Squeak\", \"Pow\"\nGet down or you dying, niggas tote iron\nGot that coke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, I'm talkin' weight like birds\nAnd you might get served if it’s proper enough\nOr find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something\nA baller blocker or something, I'll send your noggin a hundred\nHave the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running\nType of life I live, Gotti would love it\nSqad property buddy, some young niggas with a mafia budget\nCan't nobody put nobody above it\nAnd if they do, they find they body with your body above it\nFuck it, let's take it public, nah leave it the gutter\nFuck it, let's go and dump 'em, nah leave 'em in the gutter\nHustler, keep it thuggin', why the fuck you niggas buggin'?\nThe hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your fucking jucket (jacket)\nCall me Weezy you bitch\n[Interlude]\nOk, ok\nThe d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap\nHow the fuck I'ma do that?\nHolla at me, if you feel me holla at me\nSqad, I gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me\nI'm a real nigga, you know, you know me\nD. J. Riddaj Smoove\n'Bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft\nYou know me, let's go\nIs y'all ready? Check it out, check it out\n[Verse 8]\nListen, I keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear shit cockin'\nBetter get flocking or get gotten\nDawg I speak with the gun, nigga's holla in the street like \"What's up?\"\nI tell 'em \"Chika buck buck chika, get the fuck\"\nThe droughts come bring the pots out, let's do what we do\nYou fuck with me I send more shots out than D. J. Clue\nNow who seeing me? Not a person\nGot a personal grudge with these commercial thugs\nNo studio with me, true\nI shine hard and I be flossin' very sweet\nBut I'm like Iverson dawg, I be ballin' but very street\nKeep my name out your yapper, or you gon' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa\nI ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper\nThe tool cocked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs\nSupply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece\nMy crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese\n[Interlude]\nDude, dude, who you know fucking with me man?\nCheck it, check it\n[Verse 9]\nWhat up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don\nReal nigga dude, I promise that to God\nWhen I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I'm not cursed\nWalk around with TECs poking out my shirt\nNiggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt\nTry me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt\nYes, expect the worst when you fuck with the Squad right\nPull you out your car at a stoplight\nCatch you in the waist, make you my height\nThis shit's not nice, I'll have you chopped twice for a hot price\nOr I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life\nCan you see that?\nProperly under my seat is where the heat at\nDirectly in your head is where the bullets meet at\nI be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, 'til the Lord take us\nWe gon' all get paper, just stay faithful\nCross the gate bitch and we rape you\nAin't nothing sugar nigga we all salt\nFuck y'all and that's y'all fault\n[Interlude]\nHolla at us\nMan this Sqad shit is real, real biddig\nOoo shit\nI ain’t - oh, oh, oh\nCheck it, check it, check it\nFollow me\nListen\n[Verse 10]\nHomie I speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk\nDie for my Sqad, kill for my dough\nMy attitude is fuck bitches, fuck haters, fuck cops\nMy real father is a ho, my attitude is fuck pops\nI'm living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops\nAnd I'm a young nigga, I don't even know how to do the bus stop\nBut I got my money right\nWhen I hit the club, make it a sunny night\nSee the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight\nWatching dudes front for these hoes in they Chevy right?\nPull up next to 'em in a 500 bumpin' Betty Wright\nKeep my shit spaghetti tight\nPlayboy put the hood on that\nWe buy sports cars and put the fuckin' hood on that\nMy bank got too hot to sit on so I stood on that\nAny place, you be careful cause I could own that\nMoët and E, I'm good on that\nYour bitch looking at me, I should bone that\nY'all niggas know where the fucking don at, holla\n[Interlude]\nHolla at me, Weezy Wee, holla at me, Weezy Wee\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nCheck it, check it, check it\n[Verse 11]\nS-Q-A-D S-H-I-T, that's what I represent 'til I die\nMuhfucka bust one in your eye\nFlip pies, I used to do that shit in like '95\nBut I'ma switch it up to '99, 2000, 2001\nI ride cars that's 2000 and fun\nYou know the motherfucking whip be cruising on shit, 22's\nAnd hoes be losing they mind, boy\n[Interlude]\nIt's about to come, it's about to come\nWhat y'all want? What y'all want?\nCheck it, check it\nFee Fee Favorite\n[Verse 12]\nFlippin' in a whippa\nPeel the top back like a zipper\nSkippin' on them chrome dip slippers\nRippin' on the lips of a stripper\nIf that's your bitch mister don't kiss her\nIf so you might as well kiss a pistol\nCause all I do is shoot off in her whistler\nShe finna get my name on her shitter\nAnd I ain't even hit her\nMy nigga Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda\nForget her, another bitch just paged in\nWeezy blazing, come through in something amazing\nI ball so good I need a sports agent\nLook at me and squint your eyes like Asains, what's wrong?\nMy jewelry's like a white boy, always stoned\nI got a big home but I'm always gone\nThat's why your bath towels is always gone\nHoes I meet nowadays panties always gone\nAnd baby after I fuck I'm always gone\n[Interlude]\nI mean I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla\nBitch I can't love you\nHolla, hahaha\nListen\n[Verse 13]\nHomie I go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head\nSo all I'm feeling is air on my head\nWith some ho that you might know, she sucking all the air out my head\nMeet you close to knock you square out your head\nSip the Cris’ to clear out my head and try to get my loot up\nIn Cuba with a translator ?? coke newer\nPlus the prices is cooler\nI come back through the hood with that dirty\nAnd tell 'em I'm like Tiger Woods, all I got is birdies\nGot bitches in they 30s calling Weezy poppa\nBut Weezy not daddy bitch, cause Weezy in and out ya\nWeezy never spouse ya, Weezy give shit about ya\nAnd Weezy don't Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya\nHow about you be a good bitch, and take these pies I just cooked up\nAnd tape 'em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs\nI gets high 'til I can't focus\nBut a main focus to remain focused, they ain't focused, muhfucka\n[Interlude]\nHolla, shit, holla, oh shit, oh shit\nBoy, boy, boy\nOk\n[Verse 14]\nI spit it for them niggas who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor\nAny beefs involving homie, your momma\nHomie we swarm out the Eddie Bauer, thoughts to devour\nSpark and shower, we get more stupid than Austin Powers\nSmell the aroma of marijuana, Coronas when upon us\nWe do just what the neighborhood have shown us\nWe murder opponents and don't think about it, forget about it\nNiggas won't do shit about it\nWave the pistol, get the bitch up out 'em\nI'm off the hinges, \nchicks on my dick, proper than Cindy Crawford\nAny problems I pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him\nHit the block with bricks of powder\nWhat you know 'bout doing that?\nAnd splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact\nDawg I'm all street, if you want Hip-Hop, here's what I give you instead\nI'll make you hip out when them fuckin' bullets dig in your leg\nPositive niggas talking spooky, y'all ain't scaring nobody\nY'all love Mos Def, I love fucking John Gotti, holla\n[Interlude]\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nAight\nListen\n[Verse 15]\nI wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists\nNo rapists, wish they had a 700 Mercedes\nWish my Sqad live happy\nI wish my kids grow stronger than me\nI wish my momma live longer than me\nI wish the cops stay off the corner this week\nI wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease\nI wish them niggas who ain't got shit would stop hating on niggas who got shit\nAnd you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac shit\nI wish that I could get high but when I'm high I wish I wouldn't get high\nSometimes I wish I wasn't alive\nI wish for Heaven gates to enter\nWish for Lakers' tickets at the Staples Center\nMy seats, floor me\nWish Chris Childs wouldn't of hit Kobe\nWhen I see Lauren, I wish I knew why my heart burns\nWish 22 inch rims wouldn't rub on sharp turns\nI wish these hoes stop lying\nI wish these niggas stop lying\nWish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying\n[Interlude]\nFuck it. That's just some shit I wish for, fuck it\nAight. That what you want?\nAight, listen, listen\n[Verse 16]\nI wish I ain't have to go on tour to sell records\nI wish I ain't have to sell records\nFuck, I wish I ain't have a jail record\nWish every bitch gave head\nI wish I could've saved Dad\nI wish I make money 'til I'm a dead man\nI wish my chain wasn't heavy around my neck\nWish hoes wouldn't suck dick and try to kiss down my neck\nWish I ain't have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that\nBitch I wish you wouldn't wanna be down for that\nI wish there wasn’t no droughts\nI wish there wasn’t no fucking coke ??\nI wish Shyne, Suge, and fuckin’ – oh shit\n[Interlude]\nDon’t stop it though\nShit, boy\nFuckin’ D. J. Raj Smoove haha\nListen\n[Verse 17]\nNigga respect Weezy\nI leave everyone of you bustas to suffer\nFuck with me I’ll touch any fucker you got love for\nThe Sqad’s a motha – shut your dicksuckers\nKick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature\n[Interlude]\nOh I can’t do that one\nOk, ok\nWhat you know about Weezy dawg?\nWhat the fuck y’all know about Weezy?\nHolla at me, holla at me, holla at me\nLet’s switch it up\nHolla at me, Weezy is the muhfuckin’ don\nDon’t get it tangled or twisted\nYour head will get splitted\nTell the whole world that I did it\nYou bullshitted\nWe don’t front; is Sqad shit exactly what you want?\nWe bring it to your head and your -\nBoy, boy, check it\n[Verse 18]\nNigga we peel guns, and homie we fear none\nIntentions to kill some, from bitches to children\nFor real we will come inside of your buildings\nWith Glocks and M-1s, and pop and then some\nLet them 4s blaze\nMy niggas blows haze\nGuzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay\nBe dying the worst way\nWho want it? Your bitch, you\nSqad is the official shit\nPistols spit behind little shit\nI get a bad bitch who lick\nAnd keep her posted up on the low\nShe never cook pork but only cook coke\nDie for respect and hope, look beyond I’m a celebrity\nHold minds for ransom, head sold separately\nI’m a ape dawg\nTrapped in the jungle, can’t escape dawg\nBut I bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball\nAnd I ain’t worrying ‘bout ballin’ no more, I’m past that stage\n18 years old, I got cash that age\n[Interlude]\nWho fuckin’ with me?\nI’m 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhfucka\nShit, ok, ok, listen\nThis how we gon’ do it\nS-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T\nOk, yeah, yeah, hahaha\nI like that, I like that\nLay low muhfucka\n[Verse 19]\nI can’t live forever\nAnd so forever I’ll forever be thuggin’\nAnd if there’s ever any trouble then the metals be bustin’\nI swear to God, let ‘em be fuckin’ with me and see something\nMy Sqad ride, I bet we be up on the street to heat somethin’\nWe peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle\nBig guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you nigga\nBricks go for 10 gs on street value\nPatience is fragile, niggas be glad to come smash you\nThe S Class is casual for the summer\nLet me re-deal, I bring out the 64 on three wheels\n[Interlude]\nHolla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me\nNigga we gon’ be here for a long time\n‘Cause we done been here for a long time\nNow who want it – some problems?\nUhh, uhh, oh shit\nI ain’t finished\nCheck it, check it\nI’ma free’ ‘til the bars’ gone, free’ ‘til the bars’ gone\nHolla at me\n[Verse 20]\nReady for the track to switch up\nBitch play with me I’ll smack your bitch up\nBitch suck my dick up\n‘Til she get the hiccups\n*Hiccups*, excuse you ho\nNow I got to lose you ho\nYou know how Sqad dos you ho\nMove you through the shit smooth and slow\nNow you gotta do the whole clique\nYou know how to fuckin’ go, suck the whole dick\nCatch the whole nut until you never don’t spit\nThis some freestyle shit until the track gone\nBitch I’ll fuck you ‘til your back gone\nI shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone\nRap on\n[Interlude]\nOh, I’ma rap on\nOh, I’ma rap on\nOh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one\n[Verse 21]\n17th Ward nigga\nMy balls thicker, scars and hard liquor\nRevolve quicker if I’m involved in war nigga\nFuck the laws and fuck peace\nWe all live raw\nAnd we duck them boys and run streets\nThis shit won’t cease\nYou got a problem when you fuckin’ with Weezy the don nukka\n‘Cause this shit that I palm in my arm is going blucka\nAnd I’m young but a wise nigga\nBut in the meanwhile I’m wild going at it\nFuck it, tryna join my daddy\nAutomatic weapons, pow\nYou can call the paramedics now\nAnd if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds\nI’m repping Hollygrove to my fucking grave woa’\nAnd chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low\nWe can’t let the feds know nothing\nWe keep it quiet as kept\nIf someone frontin’ you find him dest\n[Interlude]\nI’m sorry\nWhat the fuck is “find him dest”?\nI meant, “If someone frontin’ you find his death”\nDeath\n7, S. Q\nHolla at us, check it\n[Verse 22]\nPistols burning\nPop the barrel, turning\nIt got the faggots squirming\nWe closing any open shop we ain’t concerned in\nCoke the size of Sherman Klump we flipped and doubled\nAnd dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in Bubble\nGet a bad bitch to hustle and move product\nAnd split them niggas quick as fuck if them dudes try her\nNot behind the ho, but only behind the dough\nAnd behind the dough I kill whoever stand behind the door\nYou ain’t tryna go that route with the Sqad, it’s rough, I promise\nWe kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils\nWe reside inside the S. Q. bombers\nAnd we leave families emotional like Carl Thomas\nSo stay from ‘round us\nAnd to be honest, ain’t nothing for me to do away with you\nI be the same nigga that blow a Tre with you\nThen let a K hit you\nFuck you nigga, I ain’t got no love for none of y’all\nMake you my underdog, put you under dawg\n[Interlude]\nUnder dawg, holla\nThis shit we doing is under dawg\nMan, listen\n[Verse 23]\nBitch I’m explosive\nAll this niggas know this\nWeezy, I’m your woadie\nHolla, guns is toted\nNever fucking loaded\nBut I keep more E\nYou know how I do it bitch, I do it for me\nI do it for the streets, I do it for my peeps\nI do it for Sqad\nI do it ‘cause I ride\nI do it ‘til I die\nI never gets high\nI’m always on my toes\nI never fuck bitches, I never fuck hoes\nBut I only gets my dick sucked\nThat’s because I got a real bitch that’s on my siddide\nDown with the Squiddad\n[Interlude]\nOh, oh that my nigga Six Shot\nYeah, bout to run it\nUh oh, uh oh, uh oh\nCheck it, check it\nListen\n[Verse 24]\nI do just what I motherfuckin’ want\nI never live with regrets\nI speak from the shit that bleed on the left side of my chest\nTake heed to the shit that gleam on the left side of my waist\nOr take three to the left side of your face\nA multiplatinum artist still riding with TECs and 3-8s\nA hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates\nThey fucking with me, I’m predicting death on them snakes\nI ride in a frenzy\nRide in a Benzy\nFuck it, tryna fire my enemies\nFire a sack, recline back, and feel me\nI spit that filthy shit\nThat gutta, guilty until proven guilty shit, get back at me\nLet’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better fucking halt\nOr the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults\n[Interlude]\nHolla at me mothafucke, holla at me\nHolla at me muhfucka, holla at me\nHolla at me muhfucka, holla at me\nThat’s my nigga, yeah\nListen, listen\n[Verse 25]\nThis is for the Sqad I sip Moët with\nThis is for the Sqad that I pop X with\nThis is for the Sqad I be in the house of blues with\nThis is for my Sqad that I usually fools with\nThis is for Lil’ Jay, this is for Lil’ Yo\nThis is for Lil’ T-Redd, this is for Fee-Fee though\nThis is for my nigga Sam, all call him Supa\nThis is for my nigga Tez, stupid ass nigga\n[Interlude]\nHaha holla, holla\nI was feeling that one, that was real nice\nWas real nice\nOk, ok\nListen\n[Verse 26]\nWe carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets\nAnd clocks with beams cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors\nThe Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers\nPassing green and brown chocolate like John Stockton\nWho stopping these lil’ niggas? Nobody, it’s impossible\nFind me in a Benz – aqua blue\nRims colossal dude\nAnd right under the seat’s a Glock or two\nDon’t make me pop at you\nAnd got two Hawaiian tropical bitches that will swallow you\nPeople ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?”\nI pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge\nListen, I’ve had loot since a kid\nI ain’t just start having dough\nAs a matter of fact, I started having dough\nI’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks\nBe very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats\nI bet he choke\n[Interlude]\nWhat you don’t know?\nIt’s Weezy the Squiddon squiddy\nGet with it\nHolla at us\nOh shit, holla at me\nYa, ya, ya\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nFat, I got us\nIs you ready?\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nNot a muhfuckin’ thing\nThey don’t know that I got a muhfucking thing right up inside my pants and I’m ready to make a bitch dance\nHolla at me listen\n[Verse 27]\nNigga fuck with me, get washed away\nGlocks and revolvers spray\nCats get they corners blazed\nBlast with enormous Ks\nUnderstand Weezy be the don and ain’t no fading him\nPlay with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium\nBeef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly\nUnleash this pop one in your bitch Victoria Secre-\n‘Atures creepin’ without the lights on\nDoo rag, G Nikes on\nHope the choir sing your ass a nice song\nNiggas ain’t tryna collide with the Squiddad\nIt is not wise\nI’m robbing your block with Glock 9s\nPull out, cock, pop moms\nDrop bombs\nYou niggas ?????????\nSqad bitch, ain’t no replacing me\nCome to take shit\nWe be on some money make shit\nSimply basic, you hate I put more designs in your head than Anthony Mason\nHave you parents in the front emergency room pacing\nCrying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say\n“Miss your motherfuckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla\n*Moans* all y’all better know no disrespecting Weez’\nCome to your fucking street and kill families\nHolla at this muhfuckin’ nigga\nYou know me\nAnd ask your bitch, she blow me\nYou know I’m in love with Kobe\nAnd Hovi\n[Interlude]\nOk, ok\nWhat they want?\nCheck it, check it\n[Verse 28]\nNigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter\nI’m a heartless lil’ bastard\nSince Rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered\nFuck all of you faggots\nRegulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta\nSpit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhfucka\nIt’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate\nRunning with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit\nNiggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute\nOr my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis\nI’ma stay trill for the spinach\nTremendous when I’m on that green shit\nMenace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit\nI’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit\nMy appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips\nFuck with me I blast you idiots\nLet the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka\n[Interlude]\nMuhfucka, ok, it’s real time\nIt’s real time\nI know what song next\nI fuckin’ know what song next\nCheck it, check it\n\"Nigga I crash parties crash-\"\nOh I ain’t know that was next\nI ain’t know that was next\nI really didn’t know that was next\nSorry. I’ma freestyle to it\n[Verse 29]\nOk ain’t no nigga like this nigga Weezy\nAin’t no clique like the Sqiddy Sqeezy\nYou know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot\nAnd if a muhfucka fuck with us we shoot\nWe do the things, we do it big, we ride big\nAnd if a muhfucka fuck with us he die quick\nI make your momma and your child spit up blood\nI make shit come up to your thighs\nThis the Squad\nI don’t fuck with niggas\nI only fuck with six niggas\nI only fuck with rich niggas\nI only fuck with C. M. B. dawg\nAnd they only fuck with Weezy Wee dawg\nI’ma freestlyle ‘til the beat’s gone\nI’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone\nI’ma do this shit ‘til I’m gone\nAnd I’ma rhyme on, muhfucka\nHere’s my dick, you can climb on\n[Interlude]\nFuck, holla at me, holla at me\nFull of that Mo’\nNow I’m full of that dro\nYeah, yeah; what’s next Smoove?\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit\nCheck me, check me\nListen\n[Verse 30]\nI’m a outlaw\nI’m quick on the draw\nI’m from the motherfucking graveland 17th Ward\nI go hard, these niggas can’t play with me\nI got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me\nI spit this shit like a K spit rapidly\nI make your fucking family live unhappily\nWho the fuck wan’ fuck with Weezy?\nThey know what I’m fucking ‘bout\nThey know I run up in they house, gun up in they mouth\nI keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like No Limit\nBut this fucking shit I roll with ain’t got no gimmicks\nThis Sqad shit ‘til the motherfucking end you bitch\nAnd I’ll kill your motherfucking best friend you bitch\nI put the -\nOh shit, I ain’t ‘bout to finish spittin’\nI ain’t ‘bout to finish ripping it up\nI’m about to giving it up to my nigga motherfu -\nOh, oh, we living it up\nWe doing it real fucking big\nWe will kill fucking kids\nIf you ever fuck around with these mill’ fucking ‘ions\n[Interlude]\nYou get it? Mill’ fuckin’ ‘ions\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nWhat they know about me? Listen\nGot some shit coming\nY’all niggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare\n‘Cause here it come, ok\nLet’s do it\nOh shit, oh shit\nWhat you know about that nigga Lil’ Weezy?\nOh shit, oh shit\nWhat you know about me?\nListen\n[Verse 31]\nNigga I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardis, crash Ferraris\nCrash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis\nInfected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V\nThat stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence\nThat’s what I die with\nI pop shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit\nWe on some mob shit\nSome lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch\nGlocks spit behind anything\nBitch lick anything\n‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates’ piggy bank\nGot a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip\nWith Limo tints to hide me in the whip\nTold mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan’ see where your head at\nIn other words I don’t wanna fuck, I wan’ see where your head at\nYou can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles\nBouncing from hustles, doubt me I’ll fuck you, fuck it\nLounging in bubble\nRocky watch resemble mountains or something\nFronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n\nAye, when you fuckin’ with me you fuckin’ with cheese\nYou fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat\nYou fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ for free\nYou touching your knees\nAnd if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe\nNow how you like lookin’?\nWhen the double gauge is ???? you get your fuckin’ life token\nDespite the business, fuck rap\nPicture block on a motorcycle wheeling\nBut the Glock ain’t right for kidneys\nI don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes\nDate you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes\nThen replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes\nAll the women in this nation hoes\nHot since my creation woa’\nWho the fuck want him?\nBitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em\nI got pistols with blood on ‘em\nWhips with dubs on ‘em\nNiggas with chips and drugs on ‘em\nGot bitches with hips and tits on ‘em\nLips with dicks on ‘em\nChicks with bricks on ‘em\nChicks with chicks on ‘em\nI’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6\nGet dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit\nThis shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit\nSome chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit\nPimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit\nA bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit\n[Interlude]\nHolla at me, I’m still not done\nHolla at me, check it, I’m still not done\nNigga holla at me, holla at me\nListen, listen, listen\n[Verse 32]\nDon’t get it twisted ‘cause I’m younger than most\nI come with the toast\nGet it hot like summer was close\nI’m hanging out the Hummer with Sos’\nExploding missile Glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness’\nSober? Forget it\nThis C. M. B. thing, I’m over committed\nThe youngest soldier come with it\nCock back, guns put holes in your fitted\nNigga I told you to quit it\nI load it with 50\nI blow ‘til it’s empty\nThe dro and Henny got me lokin’ and limpin’\nRopin’ up when I drink ‘til I’m over the limit\nHoppin’ out the Rover with Semis\nWildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house\nWith a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out\nNow who hating?\nNiggas cheapskating, underestimating\nThe heat take him, put him under extra pavement\nSome one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like -\n[Outro: Lil Wayne]\nWhoo, whoo, fuck it\nThat’s 10000 bars for y’all bitches\nHolla at me\nWeezy Wee, Raj Smoove\nAnd that’s the end of that story\nOne\nShit\nMan, man" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Don’t You Wanna Stay with the following description: “Don’t You Wanna Stay” is a duet recorded by American singers Jason Aldean and Kelly Clarkson, released as the second single from Aldean’s fourth album, My Kinda Party. The song follows a conversation between two people and what they would really say to each other in everyday life. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Jason Aldean]\nI really hate to let this moment go\nTouchin' your skin, and your hair fallin' slow\nBut when a goodbye kiss, feels like this\n[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Kelly Clarkson]\nDon't you wanna stay here a little while?\nDon't you wanna hold each other tight?\nDon't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?\nDon't you wanna stay here a little while?\nWe can make forever feel this way\nDon't you wanna stay?\n[Verse 2: Kelly Clarkson]\nLet's take it slow, I don't wanna move too fast\nI don't wanna just make love, I wanna make love last\nWhen you're up this high, it's a sad goodbye\n[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Kelly Clarkson]\nDon't you wanna stay here a little while?\nDon't you wanna hold each other tight?\nDon't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?\nDon't you wanna stay here a little while?\nWe can make forever feel this way\nDon't you wanna stay? [Bridge: Jason Aldean, \nKelly Clarkson\n & \nBoth\n]\nOh, yeah\nOh, you feel so perfect, baby\nYeah, you feel so perfect, baby\nDon't you wanna stay here a little while?\n[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Kelly Clarkson]\nDon't you wanna stay here a little while?\nDon't you wanna hold each other tight?\nDon't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?\nDon't you wanna stay here a little while?\nWe can make forever feel this way\nDon't you wanna stay?\n[Outro: Kelly Clarkson & \nBoth\n]\nDon't you wanna stay?\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Ring the Alarm with the following description: ‘Ring the Alarm’ was the second US-released single from Beyoncé’s award-winning, best-selling album B'Day. It was preceded by Grammy-nominated lead single “Déjà Vu” and suceeded by number one song “Irreplaceable.” It was written primarily by Beyoncé herself, inspired by her role in the Dreamgirls movie, with assistance from Swizz Beatz, who produced the song with her, and Sean Garrett. It was rumored to be about Rihanna’s relationship with Bey’s soon-to-be husband Jay-Z, (which, at the time, was rumored to be a love triangle) but Beyoncé denied that.\n“Alarm” fared fairly well performance-wise, debuting at Number 12 on the US Billboard Singles chart, her highest debuting single at the time, but would also be her first solo single to not reach the Top 10 (#11), and was her lowest charting single until “Get Me Bodied.” The single, along with some of the album photography, was criticized for its use of real baby alligators and was compared to animal abuse. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Refrain]\nRing the alarm\nI've been through this too long\nBut I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm\nDon't you ring the alarm\nI've been through this too long\nBut I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm\n[Chorus]\nShe gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats\nIf I let you go\nPent in the house off the coast\nIf I let you go\nShe gon' take everything I own\nIf I let you go\nI can't let you go\nDamned if I let you go\nShe gon' rock them VVS stones\nIf I let you go\nCouped in the 'Bach or the Rolls\nIf I let you go\nShe gon' profit everything I taught\nIf I let you go\nI can't let you go\nDamned if I let you go [Verse 1]\nTell me how should I feel\nWhen I know what I know (I know)\nAnd my female intuition\nTelling me you a dog\nPeople told me 'bout the flames\nI couldn't see through the smoke\nWhen I need answers, accusations\nWhat you mean you gon' choke? Oh\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nYou can't stay, you gotta go, oh\nAin't no other chick spending ya dough\nThis is taking a toll\nThe way the story unfolds\nNot the picture-perfect movie everyone would've saw\n[Chorus]\nShe gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats\nIf I let you go\nPent in the house off the coast\nIf I let you go\nShe gon' take everything I own\nIf I let you go\nI can't let you go\nDamned if I let you go\nShe gon' rock them VVS stones\nIf I let you go\nCouped in the 'Bach or the Rolls\nIf I let you go\nShe gon' profit everything I taught\nIf I let you go\nI can't let you go\nDamned if I let you go [Refrain]\nRing the alarm\nI've been through this too long\nBut I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm\nDon't you ring the alarm\nI've been through this too long\nBut I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm\n[Verse 2]\nTell me how should I feel\nWhen you made me belong\nAnd the thought of you just touching her is what I hate most\nI don't want you, but I want it and I can't let it go\nTo know you give it to her like you gave it to me, come on\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nHe's so arrogant and bold, oh\nBut she gon' love that ****, I know\nI done put in a call\nPartner, ring the alarm\n'Cause you ain't never seen a fire like the one I'ma cause\n[Chorus]\nShe gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats\nIf I let you go\nPent in the house off the coast\nIf I let you go\nShe gon' take everything I own\nIf I let you go\nI can't let you go\nDamned if I let you go\nShe gon' rock them VVS stones\nIf I let you go\nCouped in the 'Bach or the Rolls\nIf I let you go\nShe gon' profit everything I taught\nIf I let you go\nI can't let you go\nDamned if I let you go [Bridge]\nHow can you look at me\nAnd not see all the things that I kept only just for you?\nWhy would you risk it, babe?\nIs that the price that I pay?\nBut this is my show and I won't let you go\nAll it's been paid for, and it's mine\nHow could you look at me\nAnd not see all the things?\n(See all the things, see all the things)\n[Chorus]\nShe gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats\nIf I let you go\nPent in the house off the coast\nIf I let you go\nShe gon' take everything I own\nIf I let you go\nI can't let you go\nDamned if I let you go\nShe gon' rock them VVS stones\nIf I let you go\nCouped in the 'Bach or the Rolls\nIf I let you go\nShe gon' profit everything I taught\nIf I let you go\nI can't let you go\nDamned if I let you go" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Started from the Bottom with the following description: On the lead single to Nothing Was the Same, Drake delivers a come-up piece about how he “Started from the Bottom.“\nThematically, this track embodies the famed underdog narrative, but it was subject to a lot of discussion upon its release—there were debates about how low the “bottom“ had been for Drake. He responded to the criticism the song received in a June 2013 interview with GQ:\nI think a lot of people wish that their favorite rapper wrote it—as if a song like that should be gangster. But I was the one who wrote it, and everyone has their bottom.\nDrake had originally planned to debut the track on the same day as the 2012 Grammy Awards, but instead chose to release it a week earlier via his website, along with the following message:\nI feel sometimes that people don’t have enough information about my beginnings and therefore they make up a life story for me that isn’t consistent with actual events.\nThe music video dropped on February 13, 2013, and features Drake as a drugstore worker before being promoted to night manager—the video also sees him partying, flying in jets, and dancing next to a Bentley in a blizzard, underlining his journey from the bottom to the top.\nFollowing its release, the song received massive acclaim, both critically and commercially, and has gone on to be recognized as one of Drake’s best songs. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nStarted—\nZombie on the track\n[Chorus]\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now my whole team here, nigga\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now the whole team fuckin' here\n[Verse 1]\nI done kept it real from the jump\nLivin' at my momma's house, we'd argue every month\nNigga, I was tryna get it on my own\nWorkin' all night, traffic on the way home\nAnd my uncle callin' me, like, \"Where you at?\nI gave you the keys, told you bring it right back”\nNigga, I just think it's funny how it goes\nNow I'm on the road, half a million for a show, and we—\n[Chorus]\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now the whole team fuckin' here\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga [Verse 2]\nBoys tell stories 'bout the man\nSay I never struggled, wasn't hungry, yeah, I doubt it\nNigga, I could turn your boy into the man\nThere ain't really much out here that's poppin' off without us\nNigga, we just want the credit where it's due\nI'ma worry 'bout me, give a fuck about you\nNigga, just as a reminder to myself\nI wear every single chain, even when I'm in the house\n'Cause we—\n[Chorus]\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga\n[Bridge]\nNo new niggas, nigga, we don't feel that\nFuck a fake friend, where your real friends at?\nWe don't like to do too much explainin'\nStory stayed the same, I never changed it\nNo new niggas, nigga, we don't feel that\nFuck a fake friend, where your real friends at?\nWe don't like to do too much explainin'\nStory stayed the same through the money and the fame\n'Cause we— [Chorus]\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now my whole team here, nigga\nStarted from the bottom, now we're here\nStarted from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga\n[Produced by Mike Zombie]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Asking 4 It with the following description: [REDACTED]Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[REDACTED]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Stand Up for Love (2005 World Children’s Day Anthem) with the following description: “Stand Up For Love” is Destiny’s Child’s final single as a lead. The song is inspired by and about children and families suffering with poverty. Despite the inspiring message, critics were negative about the song. It is the group’s first single to not chart in the US and any music chart.\nThe Matthew Rolston-directed music video was released to Youtube on October 25, 2009. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Beyoncé]\nThere are times I find it hard\nTo sleep at night\nWe are living through such troubled times\nAnd every child that reaches out\nFor someone to hold\nFor one moment they become my own\n[Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé]\nAnd how can I pretend that I don't know\nWhat's going on?\nWhen every second and every minute\nAnother soul is gone\n[Chorus: Beyoncé, \nAll\n]\nAnd I believe that in my life I will see (\nOh yeah\n)\nAn end to hopelessness\nOr giving up, or suffering (\nYeah\n)\nIf we all stand together this one time\nThen no one will get left behind\nStand up for life\nStand up and hear me sing\nStand up for love\n[Verse 2: Kelly]\nI'm inspired and hopeful\nEach and everyday\nThat's how I know\nThat things are gonna change [Pre-Chorus: Kelly]\nSo how can I pretend that I don't know\nWhat's going on?\nWhen every second, with every minute\nAnother soul is gone\n[Chorus: Kelly, \nAll\n]\nAnd I believe that in my life I will see (\nI will see, yeah, yeah\n)\nAn end to hopelessness (\nHopelessness\n)\nOr giving up (\nGiving up\n), or suffering (\nSuffering, yeah-yeah, yeah\n)\nIf we all stand together this one time (\nStand, together this, time\n)\nWhen no one will get left behind (\nWhen no one will\n)\nStand up for life (\nLife\n)\nStand up for love\n[Bridge: Michelle, \nAll\n]\n(\nLife, life, yeah, yeah\n)\nAnd it all starts right here, yeah\n(\nYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah\n)\nAnd it starts right now\nOne person stand up, and\n(\nYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah\n)\nAnd the rest will follow\n(\nYeah\n) For all the forgotten\n(\nYeah\n) For all the unloved\nI'm gonna sing this song (\nI'm gonna sing this song\n) [Chorus: Michelle, \nMichelle & All\n, \nBeyoncé\n, \nAll\n]\nAnd I believe that in my life I will see, yes (\nSee, yeah, yes\n)\nAn end to hopelessness, or giving up, or suffering\nIf we all stand together this one time\nThen no one will get left behind\nStand up\n for life\nStand up\n and sing, yeah\nStand up for love\n[Outro: Beyoncé]\nFor love\nFor love" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Shawty Get Loose with the following description: In “Shawty Get Loose,” Lil' Mama enlists high profilers Chris Brown and T-Pain to encourage women to go wild and get crazy. The track was released as the third single from her debut album, and in itself is a remix.\nIts music video draws inspiration from the music videos for IMx’s “Stay the Night”, TLC’s “No Scrubs” and Michael Jackson’s “Scream,” incorporating the white clothing and setting and use of television screens.\n“Shawty Get Loose” peaked at #92 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart the week of March 22, 2008. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: T-Pain, \nLil Mama\n]\nGreatness plus greatness, equals great greatness\nHey, hey, hey\nThe way we get loose, we move our shoulders\nForward, hands back\nGet it in control like Janet Jack\nGet it on the floor, let 'em know what's happenin'\n[Verse 1: Lil Mama, \nChris Brown\n]\nL-I-L, you better ask somebody\nI been on my grind since butt touch potty\nY'all don't really want it with the young hot toddler\nWith a flow so spec like techno-lotta\nIt's so sick, how the clock go tick\nKeep givin' y'all hits like Tek-Matic\nUh, it's the reason why I spit it how I spit it\nWhen I spit, it's like mucous, gotta get rid of it\nThese chicks don't pop like me\nUn-compatible girl, no comparin' me\nAnd ain't none of y'all scarin' me\nLike don't ya wish ya girl was as bad as me? Yeah\nWith a flow so sick like Twista's\nSo sweet, but could be cold like a Mistic\nInstincts come so smooth like what is it?\nBK (\nHey\n), H-Dub, ours like a wizard [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nShawty, get loose\nBaby, do what you do, lemme see you let down your hair\nShawty, get loose\nHit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here\nShawty, get loose\nKrump, clown, break it on down, baby, do your thang\nShawty, get loose\nP-H-A-T, phat, baby, I ain't even know you can break it down like that\n[Post-Chorus: Lil Mama', \nChris Brown\n, \nT-Pain\n]\nF-First you walk, walk, set, set, blow, blow (\nUh-huh\n)\n(\nThat, that, that, that, that, that, that, that\n)\nThen you walk, walk, set, set, blow, blow (\nYeah, baby\n)\n(\nShawty, get loose\n)\nF-First you walk, walk, set, set, blow, blow (\nYou never know\n)\n(\nThat, that, that, that, that, that, that, that\n)\nThen you walk, walk, set, set, blow (\nNappy Boi\n)\n(\nShawty, get loose\n)\n[Verse 2: T-Pain, \nChris Brown\n]\nWhat it do? (Do) Teddy to the Piz-ayne (Piz-ayne)\nYou already know (Know), tell 'em I'm the miz-ayne (Miz-ayne)\nShawty, you ain't messin' with a lizz-ame (Lizz-ame)\nI'ma have you loose on the floor\nYou gon' be steppin' with a cizz-ane\nI mind-boggle models with a bottle of somethin' good\nI'll take 'em to the hood and have they ass goin' insane\nA hard rap artist that hang with singers\nSo don't think that this thing is hard 'cause, homie, it ain't\nI'm loose, loose\nYou gotta be kiddin' me\nYou tellin' me, shawty, right here, can take her hair down\nAnd do it like you, you\nIf all of this is true, you gotta show me what you done told me, now do it\nFive, four, three, two, two\nYou know Pain came to change the game\nAll the way from the same thang to some of that new, new\nImpress me, I want one person (\nHey\n) on this floor to try and test me\nNow, shawty, get loose [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nShawty, get loose\nBaby, do what you do, lemme see you let down your hair\nShawty, get loose\nHit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here\nShawty, get loose\nKrump, clown, break it on down, baby, do your thang\nShawty, get loose\nP-H-A-T, phat, baby, I ain't even know you can break it down like that\n[Post-Chorus: Lil Mama', \nChris Brown\n]\nIn the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter\n(\nThat, that, that, that, that, that, that, that\n)\nI-I-It don't, i-i-it don't matter\n(\nShawty, get loose\n)\nIn the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter\n(\nThat, that, that, that, that, that, that, that\n)\nI-I-It don't, i-i-it don't matter\n(\nShawty, get loose\n)\n[Verse 3: Lil Mama, \nChris Brown\n]\nIn the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter\nI spit stats, four, five, six, a-doo-doo-da-da\nHow she do, d-d-da like that?\nGot the hood on her back and the pockets is fat\nStill rollin', rollin' (Left, right)\nShot callin', callin' (That's right)\n'Cause my team on the market, famila we 'bout to pop it\nLock, drop and roll like a hip-hop rock show\nYou never know where my mind gon' go\nN-N-Not Puerto Rican, but I like mangos\nSo smooth on the dance floor (So move on the dance floor)\nWhen you see me comin', I'm runnin' it like a game show\nYou ain't know? Lil Mama go\nShe be runnin' and pumpin' to hit you with the bust flow\nShe's hot\nGet loose (\nHey\n) on the floor and I cannot stop, what? [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nShawty, get loose\nBaby, do what you do, lemme see you let down your hair\nShawty, get loose\nHit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here\nShawty, get loose\nKrump, clown, break it on down, baby, do your thang\nShawty, get loose\nP-H-A-T, phat, baby, I ain't even know you can break it down like that\n[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nThat, that, that, that, that, that, that, that\nShawty, get loose\nThat, that, that, that, that, that, that, that\nShawty, get loose" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Revival with the following description: “Revival” is the title track from Selena Gomez' second solo album, which was released on 9 October 2015.\nA snippet of the song was played during a special fan event in Los Angeles on 16 September 2015.\nDuring a track-by-track interview on Twitter, she said that it’s one of the most important tracks on the album, because it’s an introduction to “what I’ve been spending the past two years experiencing, feeling and going through”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nI dive into the future\nBut I'm blinded by the sun\nI'm reborn in every moment\nSo who knows what I'll become\n[Verse 1]\nI feel like I've awakened lately\nThe chains around me are finally breaking\nI've been under self-restoration\nI'm becoming my own salvation\nShowing up, no more hiding, hiding\nThe light inside me is bursting, shining\nIt's my, my, my time to butterfly\n[Chorus]\nWhat I've learned is so vital\nMore than just survival\nThis is my revival\nThis is a revival\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nRevival\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nRevival [Verse 2]\nI'll walk through the fire, I'll begin again\nI'll burn through my skin\nCause I, cause I wanna feel it\nReaching for the truth, not afraid to lose\nWhat shot out of me like a rifle was a revival, revival\nI admit, it's been painful, painful\nBut I'll be honest, I'm grateful, grateful\nIt's my, my, my time to realize\n[Chorus]\nWhat I've learned is so vital\nMore than just survival\nThis is my revival\nThis is a revival\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nRevival\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nRevival\n[Bridge]\nThis won't take too long, you'll see\nI'm just tryna get to me, ooh\nWhat shot out of me like a rifle was a revival [Chorus]\nWhat I've learned is so vital\nMore than just survival\nThis is my revival\nThis is a revival\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nRevival\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nRevival\n[Outro]\nWhat I've learned is so vital\nMore than just survival\nThis is my revival\nThis is a revival" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called My Dilemma with the following description: According to Songfacts, this was written by the husband and wife duo of Antonina Armato and Tim James plus Karaoglu. Armato and James are co founders of the Rock Mafia record production/songwriting team, who have written for Selena since her debut album. Their contributions to her catalogue include the singles “Naturally” and “Love You Like a Love Song”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nYou make me so upset sometimes\nI feel like I could lose my mind\nThe conversation goes nowhere\n'Cause you're never gonna take me there\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I know what I know\nAnd I know you're no good for me\nYeah, I know what I know\nAnd I know it's not meant to be\n[Chorus]\nHere's my dilemma:\nOne half of me wants ya\nAnd the other half wants to forget\nMy-my-my dilemma from the moment I met ya\nI just can't get you outta my head\nAnd I tell myself to run from you\nBut I find myself attracted to my dilemma\nMy dilemma, it's you, it's you\n[Verse 2]\nYour eyes have told a thousand lies\nBut I believe them when they look in mine\nI heard the rumors, but you won't come clean\nI guess I'm hoping it's because of me [Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I know what I know\nAnd I know you're no good for me\nYeah, I know what I know\nAnd I know it's not meant to be\n[Chorus]\nHere's my dilemma:\nOne half of me wants ya\nAnd the other half wants to forget\nMy-my-my dilemma from the moment I met ya\nI just can't get you outta my head\nAnd I tell myself to run from you\nBut I find myself attracted to my dilemma\nMy dilemma, it's you, it's you\n[Bridge]\nOh, I could live without you\nYour smile, your eyes, the way you make me feel inside\nI could live without you\nBut I don't wanna, I don't wanna, oh\nOh, you make me so upset sometimes\n(\nHere's my dilemma, oh oh\n)\n[Chorus]\nHere's my dilemma:\nOne half of me wants ya\nAnd the other half wants to forget\nMy-my-my dilemma from the moment I met ya\nI just can't get you outta my head (\nCan't get you outta my\n)\nAnd I tell myself to run from you\nBut I find myself attracted to my dilemma\nMy dilemma, it's you, it's you [Outro]\n(\nIt's you, it's you\n)\nIt's you, it's you, it's you, it's you (\nIt's you\n)\nIt's you, it's you, it's you\nMy-my-my dilemma" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called OVO Sound Radio Episode 40 Tracklist with the following description: OVO Sound Radio episode 40 airs on April 1, 2017 at 03:00 PM – 05:00 PM (PDT). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Olivers Mix\nSonder - \nToo Fast\nBlack Box - Dreamland\nJamiroquai - \nCloud 9\nMaroon 5 - \nCold\n ft. Future\nCalvin Harris - \nSlide\n ft. Frank Ocean and Migos\nEd Sheeran - \nShape of You (Stormzy Remix)\nWizkid - \nCome Closer\n ft. Drake\nWizkid - \nSweet Love\nZAYN - \nStill Got Time\n ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR\nDrake - \nGet It Together\n ft. Black Coffee and Jorja Smith\nGorillaz - \nSaturnz Barz\n ft. Popcaan\nMike WiLL Made-it & Rihanna - \nNothing Is Promised\nPARTYNEXTDOOR - \nThat's What I Like (Remix)\n ft. Bruno Mars\nAmir Obè - \nNATURALLY\nOzzy B - Jungle Fever ft. Odunsi and Genio Bambino\nOzzy B - Gangsta Fear ft. Odunsi\nMabel - \nFinders Keepers\n ft. Kojo Funds\nThe-Dream - \nHeir Jordan\n40 Mix: \nMore Life\n x 90s R&B Medley\nTeenage Fever\n x Nas - \nIt Ain't Hard To Tell\nDo Not Disurb\n x Mobb Deep - \nShook Ones Pt. II\nSince Way Back\n x AZ - \nDoe Or Die\nLose You\n x JAY Z - \nPublic Service Announcement\nJorja Interlude\n x [?] Oliver Mix\nMustafa the Poet - \nGood Morning\n \n[NEW]\nPyrex - \n'94\n \n[NEW]\nBlacka Da Don – What I’ve Been Through\nJimmy Prime - \nGucci Denim\nDon Q - \nChosen One\nYoung Scooter - \nDiamonds\n ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie and Don Q\nPuffy L'z - \nRiRi\nLil Uzi Vert - \nXO Tour Llif3\nSection Boyz - Good Stuff\nBooggz - [?]\nC Biz - \nThe Buzz\nFredo - Get The Pot\nRick Ross - \nSantorini Greece\nSahBabii - \nPurple Ape\nMigos - \nKelly Price\nDrake - \nSkepta Interlude\n ft. Skepta\nDrake - \nKMT\n ft. Giggs\nDrake - \nGyalchester" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called See You Again with the following description: “See You Again” is a tribute to the late Furious actor Paul Walker who died tragically in November of 2013 after his car crashed and burst into flames in Valencia, CA. The first verse is from the perspective of Vin Diesel and the Furious 7 cast members, while the second is from Paul Walker.\nIts popularity grew quickly after the release of the film Furious 7, and the music video eventually became the first hip hop song to reach 1 billion YouTube views. It topped the Billboard Hot 100 for twelve weeks, becoming the longest-running rap number one since Eminem’s “Lose Yourself.”\nThis marks Wiz Khalifa’s second release from the Furious 7 soundtrack, his first being “Go Hard or Go Home” featuring Iggy Azalea. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Charlie Puth]\nIt's been a long day\nWithout you, my friend\nAnd I'll tell you all about it when I see you again\nWe've come a long way\nFrom where we began\nOh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again\nWhen I see you again\n[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]\nDamn, who knew?\nAll the planes we flew, good things we been through\nThat I'd be standin' right here talkin' to you\n'Bout another path, I know we loved to hit the road and laugh\nBut somethin' told me that it wouldn't last\nHad to switch up, look at things different, see the bigger picture\nThose were the days\n, \nhard work forever pays\nNow I see you in a better place (See you in a better place)\nUh\n[Refrain: Wiz Khalifa]\nHow can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?\nEverything I went through, you were standin' there by my side\nAnd now you gon' be with me for the last ride\n[Chorus: Charlie Puth, \nWiz Khalifa\n]\nIt's been a long day\nWithout you, my friend\nAnd I'll tell you all about it when I see you again (\nI'll see you again\n)\nWe've come a long way (\nYeah, we came a long way\n)\nFrom where we began (\nYou know where we started\n)\nOh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again (\nLet me tell you\n)\nWhen I see you again [Post-Chorus: Charlie Puth, \nWiz Khalifa\n]\nOh, oh\nOoh (\nYeah\n)\n[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]\nFirst, you both go out your way and the vibe is feelin' strong\nAnd what's small turned to a friendship, a friendship turned to a bond\nAnd that bond'll never be broken, the love will never get lost\n(The love will never get lost)\nAnd when brotherhood come first, then the line'll never be crossed\nEstablished it on our own when that line had to be drawn\nAnd that line is what we reached, so remember me when I'm gone\n(Remember me when I'm gone)\n[Refrain: Wiz Khalifa]\nHow can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?\nEverything I went through, you were standin' there by my side\nAnd now you gon' be with me for the last ride\n[Bridge: Charlie Puth]\nSo let the light guide your way, yeah\nHold every memory as you go\nAnd every road you take\nWill always lead you home, home\n[Chorus: Charlie Puth]\nIt's been a long day\nWithout you, my friend\nAnd I'll tell you all about it when I see you again\nWe've come a long way\nFrom where we began\nOh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again\nWhen I see you again [Post-Chorus: Charlie Puth, \nWiz Khalifa\n]\nOh (\nUh\n), oh (Yeah-yeah; \nYeah\n)\nOoh (\nYo, yo, uh\n)\nWhen I see you again (See you again, yeah, yeah)\nOh (\nYeah\n), oh (\nYeah, yeah\n; oh-oh)\nOoh (\nUh-huh, yup\n)\nWhen I see you again" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called I Almost Do with the following description: “I Almost Do,” is a song that describes the internal conflict that goes on when reminiscing about a romance. Taylor commented on the song saying—\n“I Almost Do'” is a song I wrote about the conflict that you feel when you want to take someone back, and you want to give it another try, but you know you can’t. And you can’t because you know it’s hurt you so deeply that you know that you couldn’t bear to go through that again. So you’re sitting there and wondering where they are and hope that they think about you and that you’re almost picking up the phone call, but you just can’t. I think I needed to write this song in order to not call that person actually. I think that writing the song was what I did instead of picking up the phone.\nThe same relationship she wrote this song about left her so emotional that she suffered six months of writing block prior to being able to begin writing Red, as she mentioned to USA Today.\nThere’s a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can’t even write about it. When you feel pain that is so far past dysfunctional, that leaves you with so many emotions that you can’t filter them down to simple emotions to write about. That’s when you know you really need to get out.\nThe hidden message written in the album for “I Almost Do” reads, “Wrote this instead of calling.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI bet this time of night, you’re still up\nI bet you’re tired from a long, hard week\nI bet you’re sittin' in your chair by the window\nLooking out at the city, and I bet\nSometimes, you wonder 'bout me\n[Chorus]\nAnd I just wanna tell you\nIt takes everything in me not to call you\nAnd I wish I could run to you\nAnd I hope you know that\nEvery time I don’t, I almost do, I almost do\n[Verse 2]\nI bet you think I either moved on or hate you\n‘Cause each time you reach out, there’s no reply\nI bet it never, ever occurred to you\nThat I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye\n[Chorus]\nAnd I just wanna tell you\nIt takes everything in me not to call you\nAnd I wish I could run to you\nAnd I hope you know that\nEvery time I don’t, I almost do, I almost do [Bridge]\nOh, we made quite a mess, babe\nIt’s probably better off this way\nAnd I confess, babe\nIn my dreams, you’re touching my face\nAnd asking me if I want to try again with you\nAnd I almost do\n[Chorus]\nAnd I just wanna tell you\nIt takes everything in me not to call you\nAnd I wish I could run to you\nAnd I hope you know that\nEvery time I don’t, I almost do, I almost do\n[Outro]\nI bet this time of night, you’re still up\nI bet you’re tired from a long, hard week\nI bet you’re sittin' in your chair by the window\nLooking out at the city, and I hope\nSometimes, you wonder 'bout me" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called ​pad lock with the following description: On this somber track, 21 Savage raps about how, as a result of his difficult upbringing and criminal lifestyle, he has developed a cold heart. 21 has closed himself off to others, essentially putting a “pad lock” on his heart, because making money is more of a priority for him. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYeah, yeah, dawg\nThis shit real, dawg\nNiggas kill, dawg\nKeep the steel, dawg\nOr be a long-live dog\nStraight up\n[Verse 1]\nI'm hangin' with killers, serial (Straight up)\nStill in the hood eatin' cereal (Straight up)\nI pray to these streets like they biblical (Straight up)\nJump off the rope, Rey Mysterio (Straight up)\nTwo ounces stashed in my stereo (On God)\nYou can get killed for subliminals (On God)\nI'm a big dog, you a Cheerio\n (On God)\nI don't gotta talk loud, but you hear me though (Straight up)\nCatch him down bad in traffic (21)\nWay before the deal, I was trappin' (21)\nWay before the deal, I was puttin' that fire on niggas just to feed my family (On God)\n21 gang, I'm a bandit (Straight up)\nI ain't have a father, he abandoned (21)\nMe and mine, swear I went and picked up a lil' bit of weed and a nine (Yeah)\nPartner damn near did a dime (Yeah)\nAnd he still got another nine (Yeah)\nSent my boy 100 racks in the chain gang, nigga, 'cause money is time (On God)\nLately, I been on my grind (Straight up)\n25 hundred on wine (Facts)\n50 thousand on a suit, it's a good investment\nYeah, 'cause the deal worth dyin' (21) [Chorus]\nHeart so cold, got a padlock, padlock\n(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)\nHe ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot\n(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)\nChasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop\n(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)\nChasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop\n(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)\nHeart so cold, got a padlock, padlock\n(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)\nHe ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot\n(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)\nChasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop\n(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)\nMake more than a teacher, I'ma drop out, drop out\n[Verse 2]\nI got rich nigga problems (Rich nigga)\nTryna put a 50 in my joggers (Won't fit nigga)\nKnew you was a rat when we was toddlers (You a snitch, nigga)\nYou was always the cop, I was the robber (Lil' bitch nigga)\nBorn to be a leader, not follow (Follow)\nSeventeen with a Monte Carlo (Carlo)\nY'all was in the house playin' \nMario\n (\nMario\n)\nI was sellin' weed and went hollow (Went hollow)\nThat's just how we was raised (On God)\nBefore we came of age (Straight up)\nY'all niggas wanted some pets (21)\nMy niggas wanted some Ks (On God)\nI had to sell a lil weed to hit the flea market and buy some fake Ye's\n (Straight up)\nThat's where I bought my first grill (On God)\nThat's where I bought my first J's (On God)\n'Member when my mama was stressed (Damn)\nLook at your son, now I'm paid\n (Goddamn)\nShe ain't really worry 'bout harm\nShe worry 'bout jail 'cause she know I don't play (Yes, ma'am)\nShe remember days, two-bedroom, Mini-14, and a SK (21)\nI could leave today, she know that I'ma take a nigga with me 'cause she know I'm gon' spray (On God) [Chorus]\nHeart so cold, got a padlock, padlock\n(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)\nHe ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot\n(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)\nChasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop\n(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)\nChasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop\n(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)\nHeart so cold, got a padlock, padlock\n(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)\nHe ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot\n(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)\nChasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop\n(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)\nMake more than a teacher, I'ma drop out, drop out" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Pray with the following description: “Pray” is the second single from Sam Smith’s sophomore album The Thrill of it All. The song follows lead single “Too Good at Goodbyes”, which dropped just four weeks earlier.\nThe song combines strong gospel influnces with a hip hop beat, courtesy of Timbaland, who co-produced the song with Jimmy Napes.\nSmith told Billboard that “Pray” was inspired by a visit to Iraq:\nI spent five days in Mosul and came back ­embarrassed that I had known so little about the world and other people’s lives…I wanted to write about what is going on in the rest of the world, and that it’s not always pretty.\nThe tone of the lyric is searingly self-critical; a ‘coming-of-age’ song involving feelings of shame, guilt, newly raised awareness, and ultimately some degree of trust in whatever Power they feel might exists.\nIt is also a markedly intelligent song, indicating Sam’s grasp of the shortcomings and immaturity of many young people, and the shocks and processes that lead to self-growth and a compassionate outlook.\nSam Smith performed the song at the 2018 Grammy Awards. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI'm young and I'm foolish, I've made bad decisions\nI block out the news, turn my back on religion\nDon't have no degree, I'm somewhat naïve\nI've made it this far on my own\nBut lately, that shit ain't been gettin' me higher\nI lift up my head and the world is on fire\nThere's dread in my heart and fear in my bones\nAnd I just don't know what to say\n[Chorus]\nMaybe I'll pray, pray\nMaybe I'll pray\nI have never believed in you, no\nBut I'm gonna pray\n[Verse 2]\nYou won't find me in church (No)\nReadin' the Bible (No)\nI am still here and I'm still your disciple\nI'm down on my knees, I'm beggin' you, please\nI'm broken, alone, and afraid\nI'm not a saint, I'm more of a sinner\nI don't wanna lose, but I fear for the winners\nWhen I try to explain, the words run away\nThat's why I am stood here today [Chorus]\nAnd I'm gonna pray (Lord), pray (Lord), maybe I'll pray\nPray for a glimmer of hope\nMaybe I'll pray (Lord), pray (Lord), maybe I'll pray\nI've never believed in you, no, but I'm gonna...\n[Bridge]\nWon't you call me?\nCan we have a one-on-one, please?\nLet's talk about freedom\nEveryone prays in the end\nEveryone prays in the end\nOh, won't you call me?\nCan we have a one-on-one, please?\nLet's talk about freedom\nEveryone prays in the end\nEveryone prays in the end\n[Chorus]\nOh, I'm gonna pray, I'm gonna pray, I'm gonna pray\nPray for a glimmer of hope\nMaybe I'll pray, pray, maybe I'll pray\nI've never believed in you, no, but I'm gonna pray" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Used to This with the following description: “Used to This” sees Future and Drake celebrating their successes. They spit braggadocios bars about partying with “the real Madonna,” and making lifestyle choices like purchasing luxury cars and houses in the hills to demonstrate how accustomed they’ve become to wealth and fame.\nThe song was originally meant to appear on the sequel to Future’s Beast Mode mixtape, which was slated for a 2016 release but delayed until 2018. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nZaytoven\n[Pre-Chorus: Future]\nMexicano, working like I'm Mexicano\nNew persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo (I'm moving on)\nGet the llama, I party with the real Madonna (Yeah)\nBeat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future)\n[Chorus: Future]\nDrop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this (Yeah)\nSmoking out the pound, I'm so used to this (I swear)\nI know where I'm from and I got used to this (Ayy)\nMansion in the hills, I got used to this (Future)\n[Verse 1: Future]\nStack of booty bitches, I got used to this\nThis ice flooded my wrist, I done got used to this\nTropicana bitches, I got all kinda flavors\nSelling dope all my life, I can't do minimum wage (Nah)\nDirty-dirty money, I got used to this (Gang)\nI give you my whole heart 'til there ain't nothing to give (Future)\nYou know how far we came if you know where we been\n(Freebandz)\nHow many niggas you know can hop in the Benz?\nBe honest to yourself, don't you never pretend (Tell 'em)\nDon't ever play yourself, know when it all begins (You know)\nI had to put my back against the wall (And what?)\nTell me that I don't deserve to ball [Pre-Chorus: Future]\nMexicano, working like I'm Mexicano\nNew persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo\nGet the llama, I party with the real Madonna\nBeat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Yeah)\n[Chorus: Future]\nDrop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this\nSmoking out the pound, I'm so used to this\nI know where I'm from and I got used to this\nMansion in the hills, I got used to this\n[Verse 2: Drake]\nLambo come alive, man, I'm used to this\nNo one looks surprised 'cause we used to this\nI'ma make sure that we get used to this\nTreat my brother's kids like they one of my kids\nNever looking back on it, we did what we did\nCould never find the time for the people I miss\nThought they had my back against the wall\nTell me that I don't deserve to ball\nWell, then tell me who deserve it\nEyes getting low but I'm still observing, I see you lurking\nNever see me out in person, I'm always working\nMoney on your head if you make a nigga nervous\nNever made a move out here unless I was certain\nTatted on me, but this shit is deeper than the surface\nI'm with everyone that I was here with in the first place\nMaking sure that they all good before they close the curtain [Pre-Chorus: Future]\nMexicano, working like I'm Mexicano (Working)\nNew persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo\nGet the llama, I party with the real Madonna (Yeah)\nBeat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future)\n[Chorus: Future]\nDrop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this\nSmoking out the pound, I'm so used to this (I swear)\nI know where I'm from and I got used to this\nMansion in the hills, I got used to this (Future)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called 25 with the following description: TDE co-president Punch drops another record on his Soundcloud. Already the sixth one – the #MyProjectWindow tag could be a hint to an album.\nKendrick Lamar is featured on the song, but uncredited and he only performs the hook. The song is like a lot of Punch his other songs about living (or getting out) the projects/ghetto. It’s also a homage to Tupac – who died aged 25, he is sampled and many lines refer/allude to him.\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nThey felt like they were laying tracks, for the generation to come. I think my mother knew that freedom wouldn't come in her lifetime, just like I know it won't come in mine. It's a matter of, either we stay like this or somebody sacrifice, somebody laying tracks, so we can stay in a 360 degree. Deadly circle, somebody used to break out and risk, you know losing everything and being poor and getting deep down. Cause someone has to do something, had I had a father, had I had some of these opportunities. I would be able to handle my mother more\n[Verse 1: Punch]\nI was taught never trust a nigga, far as you can see him\nTeach a nigga how to fish, as apposed to try'na feed him\nLook a man in the eyes, that's the best way to read him\nCause faces they change, but point of views remain\nI got a strange feeling, that I'm a lil bit different\nBeyond the customs and tradition of a project living\nMy Korean war vet, grandfather's affliction\nWas stress and I inherited his heart condition\nAnd Van Arthur's addiction, was heroin needles\nPetty hustling, d'evils, that street men lust\nSo I'm mixed with that lethal combination but trust\nI've only scratched the surface\n, what's underneath this verse is\nThe feeling of a young boy lost, without a purpose\nStill waters run deep in the street we were submerged in\nPolice lurking, try'na catch a nigga serving\nHe ain't going back to jail, so he bust a verse\n[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]\nThis is for my everyday young nigga\nIt don't really matter where you from niggas\nBefore you leave the house, kiss your moms nigga\nCause you don't know when that day'll come nigga\nCause only Lord knows that I know how you feel\nWhat we gotta do just to live\nIs try not to get our cap peeled, try not to get your cap peeled [Verse 2: Punch]\nIt's hard to get to know me, unless you hear between bars\nTortured soul self contained on my childhood scars\nI was involved from a far, affected by the street laws\nConcrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls\nNickerson garden projects this is me y'all\nWhere Dope dealers have it all and then freefall\nCaine numbs the pain up and down the ghetto seesaw\nThe voice of the youth, they hear me and they see y'all\nThey don't see a diamond in the rough, they see flaws\nThey should see how we was raised and they would be in awe\nAgainst all it gets hard not to kill niggas\nIt's like a full-time job not to grab the semi-auti\nAnd go kamikaze on somebody who plotting\nProbably on my body laying lifeless, ungodly sacrifices\nTo the streets, this is the trinity\nMoney malice and murder the hood's deity\n[Hook]\n[Verse 3]\nThey say the average black man only lives to 25\nWell I made it past that and a nigga still alive\nWhich means I'm in the red, I'm indebted to death\nThat's the wages that sin pay, I'm still tracing my steps\nLeaving my footprints in the sand, the concrete rose\nThat grew on infertile land and blossomed to a grown man\nMy only fear is pops holding moms hand\nDripping tears on my casket, I refuse to let it happen\nBy any means avoiding the city traffic\nShooters got the green light, they blocking your right of passage\nA young kid turned savage, city madness\nA picture painted on the street's canvas, excuse my brashness\nI'm trying to live to see past this\nStaring at the world and my rear view past tense\nIn no particular fashion, I'm on borrowed time I'mma grind with a passion [Hook]\n[Outro]\nGeneration to generation to come\nThey won't come in mind\nSacrifices, sacrifices, sacrifices\nDeadly circle, deadly circle" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called February Love with the following description: On “February Love,” Tyga once again recruits Chris Brown to assist. Unlike “Haute,” which is more of a party track banger, this song has a more romantic theme to it. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Tyga]\nShoot it, aim, cock back (\nD.A. got that\n)\nShoot it, aim, cock back\nShoot it, aim, cock back\nShoot it, aim\n[Chorus: Tyga, \nChris Brown\n]\nWoo\nBaby, how you fine, you give me a vibe, oh yeah\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nWoo\nThat's why I need you in my life\n (\nYeah\n)\nDo your body right, yeah\n (Cock back)\nWoo\nThis that love that make you feel like\nGirl, our vibe'll make you feel right\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nWoo (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nYou a star, you're my universe\nGirl, you so down to earth\n[Verse 1: Tyga]\nUh, February love (Love), you be my valentine ('Tine)\nI showed you to the world (World), I put it on the line (Line), yeah\nMister Fallback, too busy with my life\nYou got me thinkin' marriage, I'm talkin' kids and wife\nYou want that settled life (Life), I'm on that road life\nDifferent city every night, slowin' down ain't the vibe\nAnd you try, you fly to come and see the boy\nWanna spend time, I know you finna get annoyed\nOoh, baby, lay back, panties on my bedspread\nAnd I know how your body works, let me lick that\nGot that fire, got that fire, let me lick that\nUh, shoot it, aim, cock back, maybe let me bust that [Chorus: Tyga, \nChris Brown\n]\nWoo\nBaby, how you fine, you give me a vibe, oh yeah\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nWoo\nThat's why I need you in my life\n (\nYeah\n)\nDo your body right, yeah\n (Cock back)\nWoo\nThis that love that make you feel like\nGirl, our vibe'll make you feel right\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nWoo (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nYou a star, you're my universe\nGirl, you so down to earth\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\n[Post-Chorus: Tyga, \nChris Brown\n]\nWoo (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nThis that love that make you feel like\nGirl, our vibe'll make you feel right\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nWoo (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nYou a star, you're my universe\nGirl, you so down to earth\n[Verse 2: Tyga]\nYou know I got your back\nThey front, I'm on they neck\nMy girl need her respect\nExpect nothin' less\nMore, less, I need my check\nSo add a couple commas\nThey can't judge me, your honor\nI found out you love me (Love me)\nWanna kiss me (Kiss me), in public (Public)\nWanna lock me down, wanna use me (Use me)\nWanna tease me (Tease), like it used to be (Used to be)\nBut I ain't havin' that, you so bad with that\nPick up my call, you like, \"Roger that\" (\"Roger that\")\nP-Prada bag (Prada bag), G-Gucci bag (Gucci bag)\nUh, the Fendi, Hermes, you get all of that (All of that)\nI take my time with you (With you)\nGive me all of you (All of you)\nYou could take my heart with you, I'm all for you [Chorus: Tyga, \nChris Brown\n]\nWoo\nBaby, how you fine, you give me a vibe, oh yeah\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nWoo\nThat's why I need you in my life\n (\nYeah\n)\nDo your body right, yeah\n (Cock back)\nWoo\nThis that love that make you feel like\nGirl, our vibe'll make you feel right\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nWoo (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nYou a star, you're my universe\nGirl, you so down to earth\nWoo\nBaby, how you fine, you give me a vibe, oh yeah\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nWoo\nThat's why I need you in my life\n (\nYeah\n)\nDo your body right, yeah\n (Cock back)\nWoo\nThis that love that make you feel like\nGirl, our vibe'll make you feel right\n (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nWoo (Shoot it, aim, cock back)\nYou a star, you're my universe\nGirl, you so down to earth [Outro: Tyga]\nShoot it, aim, cock back\nShoot it, aim, cock back\nShoot it, aim, cock back\nShoot it, aim, cock back" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Stop and Stare with the following description: This song was OneRepublic’s second big hit, and it marked a crucial, “make it or break it” moment in their history, as recounted in the mini-documentary Don’t Look Down. Would “Apologize” be their first and only success? Ryan Tedder recalled the gravity of the release in an interview with the Huffington Post:\nWe, as a band, were on tour, and we had a conversation and said, if “Stop and Stare” doesn’t connect, we’re done. I’m not going to be the one-hit wonder band that’s trying to come back after one song, always playing “Apologize.”\n“Stop and Stare” ended this uncertainty when it became a successful song, reaching #12 on Billboard’s Hot 100 Chart on April 5th, 2008. OneRepublic continued to make music for a wider group of devoted fans.\nThe song is principally based on the idea of feeling lost or trapped: you’re in a position where the world seems to have gone crazy, and you feel like you can’t get out of this rut that you’re in. However, towards the end of the song, a more positive message is addressed: if you believe hard enough in what you’re doing, you can make it in every case, whatever you choose to do in order to improve yourself in the future. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nThis town is colder now, I think it's sick of us\nIt's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust\nI've got my heart set on anywhere but here\nI'm staring down myself, counting up the years\nSteady hands just take the wheel\nAnd every glance is killing me\nTime to make one last appeal for the life I lead\n[Chorus]\nStop and stare\nI think I'm moving, but I go nowhere\nYeah, I know that everyone gets scared\nBut I've become what I can't be, oh\nStop and stare\nYou start to wonder why you're here not there\nAnd you'd give anything to get what's fair\nBut fair ain't what you really need\nOh, can you see what I see?\n[Verse 2]\nThey're trying to come back, all my senses push\nUntie the weight bags, I never thought I could\nSteady feet, don't fail me now\nI'm gonna run 'til you can't walk\nSomething pulls my focus out\nAnd I'm standing down [Chorus]\nStop and stare\nI think I'm moving, but I go nowhere\nYeah, I know that everyone gets scared\nBut I've become what I can't be, oh\nStop and stare\nYou start to wonder why you're here not there\nAnd you'd give anything to get what's fair\nBut fair ain't what you really need\nOh, you don't need\n[Outro]\nStop and stare\nI think I'm moving, but I go nowhere\nYeah, I know that everyone gets scared\nI've become what I can't be\nOh, do you see what I see?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called My Savages with the following description: While this song dropped already in October 2014, Future released the official video to this Will-A-Fool produced banger on January 26, 2015. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nI be on the phone with Doe Boy, I be telling him\nHe inspired me to go harder\nYou know what I'm saying? Real talk\nWill-Will-Will-William\n[Verse 1]\nMy savages, my savages, my savages\nI'm always dressing fresher than a mannequin\nI grew up in a ruthless ass environment\nI'm on the phone with Yo, I ask him how the trial went\nThirty-five racks is how my day was spent\nI gotta cock it back, that's how my day would get\nYou got me thinking all these bitches artificial\nThe way you acting, you must don't respect a real nigga\nRoll some herb up, pour some syrup up\nThey tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us\nI told you way before what happened, they was hating on us\nYou know when we was jugging for it they was mad at us\nAyy, this a letter for my dawgs, how we let the money get between us?\nHow we let these bitches get between us?\nHow we let these niggas get between us?\nI got love for all my savages with itchy fingers\nI got love but it ain't like the love I got for India\nShe held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity\nMy lil' dawg caught a murder, gone for infinity\nDumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me\nR.I.P. my granddad Quick, he should have seen this shit\nTwenty thousand on some child support, I seen this shit\nRiding around with all them choppers, I done seen this shit\nThese rappers mad at me, but these niggas ain't doing shit\nAnd I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shit\nI went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership\nThe fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships\nIf Esco didn't love me, would've been done jumped ship\nAnd it's the love from my fans got me still here [Interlude]\nMonster, ah\nSay I'm Illuminati\nThey tryna make me catch a body\n[Verse 2]\nI don't know when I'ma flip, nigga\nGet me some codeine and sip, nigga\nBig Bank saying wipe a nigga's nose\nMy girl changed the lock on the doors\nSaid fuck that shit, poured up a four\nAin't falling in love with no ho\nThat what you want for me?\nThat what you really expect?\nYou thinking I'm sitting up depressed?\nI'm somewhere countin' up me a check\nI hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas, that's my only regret\nDrag the mink on the floor\nPut Cuban links on my ho\nTen whips in a row, who would think we were poor?\nWho would think we was poor?\nThere's money laying on the floor\nGot some hoes laying on some hoes\nGot lil' shawty with me, she a pro\nKnow she'll never meet another nigga, not another nigga like me\nEven if he got a billion dollars, he can't make her cum like me\nWho compliment you like me? It better be about an image\nTell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented\nBecause the Spur wasn't tinted, I told 'em ain't got nothing to hide\nTold 'em I'm through with the pies\nTold 'em fuck all of my wrongs, I don't even write\nMy savages, my savages, my savages\nWe gon' leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin [Outro]\nFree all my niggas incarcerated, you heard me?\nLoyal for life, you heard?\nFreeband Gang\nWe global now" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Issues with the following description: “Issues” is an upbeat anthem about a relationship between people who have “issues,” but love each other enough to work past them.\nAlthough the track is Julia Michaels' debut single, it’s not her first visit to the pop charts. She wrote “Good For You” for Selena Gomez, “Sorry” for Justin Bieber, and “All In My Head (Flex)” for Fifth Harmony. She also collaborated on Zedd’s True Colors album and lent her vocals to Kygo’s “Carry Me,” which she sung at the 2016 Rio Olympic Games.\nThe track gained lots of buzz after her friend and studio buddy Selena Gomez posted an Instagram video of them dancing to the track.\nOn March 20, 2017, this single had its TV debut in a live performance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, thereby also marking the first TV performance for Julia Michaels.\nThe music video was released on March 7, 2017.\nOn November 28th, 2017, the song was officially nominated under the Song of the Year category, making it Michaels' first solo single as a lead artist to receive a Grammy nomination. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI'm jealous, I'm overzealous\nWhen I'm down, I get real down\nWhen I'm high, I don't come down\nAnd I get angry, baby, believe me\nI could love you just like that\nAnd I could leave you just as fast\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut you don't judge me\n'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too\nNo, you don't judge me\n'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too\nSo give 'em all to me, and I'll give mine to you\nBask in the glory of all our problems\n'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve 'em\nYeah, I got issues\nAnd one of them is how bad I need ya\n[Verse 2]\nYou do shit on purpose\nYou get mad and you break things\nFeel bad, try to fix things\nBut you're perfect, poorly wired circuit\nAnd got hands like an ocean\nPush you out, pull you back in [Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause you don't judge me\n'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too\nNo, you don't judge me\n'Cause you see it from the same point of view\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too\nSo give 'em all to me, and I'll give mine to you\nBask in the glory of all our problems\n'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve 'em\nYeah, I got issues\nAnd one of them is how bad I need ya\n[Bridge]\n(I got issues, you got 'em too)\nAnd one of them is how bad I need you\n(I got issues, and you got 'em too)\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too (I got)\nSo give 'em all to me, and I'll give mine to you (You got 'em too)\nBask in the glory of all our problems (I got issues)\n'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve 'em (You got 'em too)\nYeah, I got issues (I got)\nAnd one of them is how bad I need ya (You got 'em too) [Outro]\nYeah, I got issues (I got issues)\nAnd one of them is how bad I need ya (You got 'em too)\nYeah, I got issues (I got)\nAnd one of them is how bad I need ya" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Mirror with the following description: With a sung portion by Bruno Mars, himself a subject of some strong opinions, this song examines Weezy’s past relationship with drugs and where it could lead him in the future.\nNotably, the entire track sees Wayne talking to his reflection in a mirror, self-reflecting in an attempt to truly “see Wayne”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Lil Wayne]\nUh, with everything happening today\nYou don't know whether you're coming or going, but\nYou think that ya on your way\nLife lined up on the mirror, don't blow it\n[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]\nWoah, look at me when I'm talking to you\nYou looking at me but I'm looking through you\nI see the blood in your eyes\nI see the love in disguise\nI see the pain hidden in your pride\nI see you're not satisfied\nAnd I don't see nobody else\nI see myself, I'm looking at the\n[Chorus: Bruno Mars & \nLil Wayne\n]\nMirror on the wall (Woah)\nHere we are again (\nYeah\n)\nThrough my rise and fall (\nUh\n)\nYou've been my only friend (\nYeah\n)\nYou told me that they can\nUnderstand the man I am\nSo why are we here\nTalking to each other again? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]\nUh, I see the truth in your lies\nI see nobody by your side\nBut I'm with you when you're all alone\nAnd you correct me when I'm looking wrong\nI see the guilt beneath the shame\nI see your soul through your window pane\nI see the scars that remain\nI see Wayne, I'm lookin' at the\n[Chorus: Bruno Mars & \nLil Wayne\n]\nMirror on the wall\nHere we are again (\nYeah\n)\nThrough my rise and fall (\nUh-huh\n)\nYou've been my only friend (\nMy only friend\n)\nYou told me that they can\nUnderstand the man I am (\nThey can't understand\n)\nSo why are we here (\nMisunderstood\n)\nTalking to each other again? (\nWoah\n)\n[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]\nLooking at me now I can see my past\nDamn, I look just like my fucking dad\nLight it up, that's smoke and mirrors\nI even look good in a broken mirror\nI see my mama smile, that's a blessing\nI see the change, I see the message\nAnd no message could've been any clearer\nSo I'm starting with the man in the [Chorus: Bruno Mars & \nLil Wayne\n]\nMirror on the wall (\nMJ taught me that\n)\nHere we are again\nThrough my rise and fall (\nUh\n)\nYou've been my only friend (\nTake 'em to Mars, man\n)\nYou told me that they can\nUnderstand the man I am\nSo why are we\nTalking to each other again? (\nUh\n)\nMirror on the wall (Woah)\nHere we are again (\nYeah\n)\nThrough my rise and fall\nYou've been my only friend (\nAny questions?\n)\nYou told me that they can (\nI come to you\n)\nUnderstand the man I am (\nYou always have the answer\n)\nSo why are we here\nTalking to each other again?\n[Outro: Bruno Mars & \nLil Wayne\n]\nMirror on the wall\nHey B.P, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time\nSo why are we\nTalking to each other again?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Lucy’s Love with the following description: On “Lucy’s Love,” Inglewood artist SiR enlists the help of Hollygrove legend Lil Wayne for the surprising team up. The song’s title is a reference to the popular CBS sitcom I Love Lucy, which centered around a couple’s adventures.\nThis track marks the first collaboration between SiR and Lil Wayne. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: SiR]\nDon't try and tell me what I need, I'm gettin' sick of that\nLast time I let you decide, do you remember that?\nYou said you was bringin' the flavor, somethin' a nigga could savor\nRoll some up in the paper, and that shit was boo-boo\nI would decline if you pull up on some\n\"Boy, I got that super-duper, sixty-forty, more Sativa\nTry this, it's a hybrid\", ooh\nYou could miss me with that, cool\nI got something better\nRoll this OG in the element\nKeep me in my element\nHittin' like a victory, boy, can I taste it\nBurnin' 'til the finish line, no, I won't waste it\nPass it to the left, gon' pass it to the left\nIsn't she the best? Oh\n[Chorus: SiR]\nWhat's a pimp without a ho to stroll?\nAnd what's a blunt without the 'dro to roll?\nWhere would Desi be without Lucy's love?\nTell me, what is gin without juice in cup?\nWhat's a pastor without the congregation?\nWhat's a journey without the complication?\nWhat's a rapper with no roof to raise?\nWho is Superman without you to save? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]\nI love Lucy\nWhat's a world without a Tunechi?\nWhat's a girl without a booty? That's a girl without a Tunechi\nI'm a love without a beat\nA rebel without a cause\nShe a devil out the heat, she look better without the horns\nI put a daisy in her hair and arm around her arm\nI put my babies in her mouth\nWhen she yawnin' they're reborn\nI put a doobie in the air, that's a right without a wrong\nWhat's a life if it ain't long?\nWhat's a king without a crown?\nWhat's a crown without a throne?\nA house if it ain't home?\nWhat's a child without a phone?\nAn adult without a drone?\nLike a flower, I'm too grown\nLike a ground, you never roam\nLike a mountain without a stone\nOr Rocky without Stallone, bitch\n[Chorus: SiR]\nWhat's a pimp without a ho to stroll?\nAnd what's a blunt without the 'dro to roll?\nWhere would Desi be without Lucy's love?\nTell me, what is gin without juice in cup?\nWhat's a pastor without the congregation?\nWhat's a journey without the complication?\nWhat's a rapper with no roof to raise?\nWho is Superman without you to save?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Friendly with the following description: Track 3 off Wiz Khalifa’s second independent album Deal or No Deal. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Currens$y]\nYeah, Jets nigga\nThe planes and the Taylor Gang, man\nLamborghini wings and champagne\nJets\n and \nMonsta Beatz\nBitches, now Taylor Gang that\nBitches, now Taylor Gang that\nJets, holla at Wiz\n[Verse 1: Curren$y]\nBy the strength of the quality weed smell\nYou can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit\nNiggas suspended from the ceiling\nNot really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling\nGondola rides in Venice\nMami you got the vision and I see in HD\nAnd it couldn't be any clearer\nYou should be with Spitta\nAnd you know that this your chance\nDon't blow it like birthday candles\nGood guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals\nIt's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals\nPosing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals\nBottles pop, back to back\nExtra large chronic sack\nCellphone, camera's out\nMama I remember that\nAnytime I look at that\nI go to wondering where you at\nSo baby where you at, with it\nI'm just tryna hit it on the friendly\nAnd maybe we get back up in a minute [Hook]\nFast cars\nFly clothes\nG5's flying over seashores\nGet it\nBaby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly\nSo tell me if you is\nOr if you isn't\nWith it\n(Yeah)\nFast cars\nFly clothes\nG5's flying on the seashores\nGet it\nBaby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly\nSo tell me if you is\nOr if you isn't\nWith it\n(Yeah)\n[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]\nListen, if you with it, get in\nWhat you sippin'?\nHit it out of the park\nThat's if you pitchin'\nFirst you look at me wrong\nLike uh-uh, no he didn't\nThen you turn into Robin on me\nYou start to give-in, get it?\nBy the beach, watching tennis\nCrack another bottle of Perignon\nLouis V carry-ons when you visit\nSending all them signals in your sidekick sentence\nThen I reply, like \"Be there in a minute\"\nJust put me and Curren$y on your friend list\nThe weed come from a village\nTruck tire, sour diesel scented, that's real shit\nFrom smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste\nWe lighting reefer, bumping 808's & heartbreaks\nSkinny broad, but out them jeans she got a heart shape\nSkip the movie date and take her to the horse race\nAnd let you bet it all, keep the winnings\nYoung entrepreneur, give you the business, dig it\n(Yeah) [Hook]\nFast cars\nFly clothes\nG5's flying over seashores\nGet it\nBaby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly\nSo tell me if you is\nOr if you isn't\nWith it\n(Yeah)\nFast cars\nFly clothes\nG5's flying over seashores\nGet it\nBaby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly\nSo tell me if you is\nOr if you isn't\nWith it\n(Yeah)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Where I Belong with the following description: Originally meant to be in the Spider-Man 2 soundtrack, hence the cover with Sia wearing Spidey’s outfit… Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nWithout truth we lose\nYet we want to spare the feelings of those we love\nDon't cry, we've all lied\nBut there is always room for forgiveness my friend\n[Chorus]\nSo don't treat me bad, just be glad I am strong\nI know where I belong\nAnd soon you will see we are blessed and complete\nThere's a place here for you with me\n[Verse 2]\nShine, you're fine\nSee, I will always have a smile for you, my love\nAnd still we will\nBe ok and along the way we'll learn a thing or two\n[Chorus]\nSo don't treat me bad, just be glad I am strong\nI know where I belong\nAnd soon you will see we are blessed and complete\nThere's a place here for you with me\nSo don't treat me bad, just be glad I am strong\nI know where I belong\nAnd soon you will see we are blessed and complete\nThere's a place here for you with me, my sweet [Instrumental]\n[Chorus]\nLove, don't treat me bad, just be glad I am strong\nI know where I belong, where I belong\nAnd soon you will see we are blessed and complete\nThere's a place here for you with me\nOh, don't treat me bad, just be glad I am strong\nI know where I belong, where I belong\nAnd soon you will see we are blessed and complete\nThere's a place here for you with me\nSo don't treat me bad, just be glad I am strong\nI know where I belong, where I belong\nAnd soon you will see we are blessed and complete\nThere's a place here for you with me\nSo don't treat me bad, just be glad I am strong\nI know where I belong, where I belong\nAnd soon you will see we are blessed and complete\nThere's a place here for you with me\n[Outro]\nSo don't treat me bad, just be glad I am strong\nI know where I belong\nAnd soon you will see we are blessed and complete\nThere's a place here for you with me" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Who Am I with the following description: “Who Am I” sees Travis Scott and Chris Holloway, aka The Graduates, question who they are, trying to realise their true selves. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: The Used]\nLife's greatest questions have always been:\nWho am I?\nWhere did I come from?\nWhy am I here?\nWhere am I going?\nYou are about to see and hear\nOne of the most significant messages given to us from God\n[Chorus: Chris Holloway & \nTravis Scott\n]\nWho am I? (\nPicture perfect, yeah, American dream\n)\nWho am I? (\nLondon, Paris, took a random bean\n)\nWho am I? (\nBlood diamonds, drink Circoc on the scene\n)\nWho am I? (\nChristopher Jones\n)\n[Verse 1: Chris Holloway]\nI was just dreaming\nA pure confession to me\nThat's what you see, yeah (See, yeah)\nAnd ever since, I go fictional\nGo fiction, 'cause I know what you like (You like, you like)\nIt's not a game (No) 'cause I don't want it\nDrum is my game, so glad we won't be surprised by the bitches\nBlessed by the sound of my words\nMy words (Woah, woah, woah)\nSound of my words, words\nUp against the world, she feeling like she in love\nThe music's got her saying some things\n(Love me, know I'm not the stop you-stop you, top you, no)\nThe plug's the treasure, I guess your boy is to pity\nI'm feeling a little managed, got a heart in my hand and I\nSo baby let me know if you wanna come and roll with me [Chorus: Chris Holloway & \nTravis Scott\n]\nWho am I? (\nPicture perfect, yeah, American dream\n)\nWho am I? (\nLondon, Paris, took a random bean\n)\nWho am I? (\nBlood diamonds, drink Circoc on the scene\n)\nWho am I? Who Am I? (You were pushing girl, I made you a fiend)\nWho am I? (Pure frost, pure affection it seems)\nWho am I? (In a car, stepping out as a team, ayy, woah)\n[Interlude]\nTarget found\nFile uploading\nName: AKA\n[Verse 2: Travis Scott]\nI'm Mr. Travis (Scott), addicted to fashion (Yeah)\nRunway models and foreign ass (Mama)\nMusic savage, stuntin' is a habit\nHop on stage, simply attractive (Track)\nMy flow is like a magnet, a sign, a dagger\nRolling Stones swagger, Who is Mick Jagger?\nYves Saint Laurent bag of acclaim\nWho this where the fame is?\nSad, I'm kind of flabbergasted\nMy swag so amazing so my style's at the top\nGot tux's from England, fuck, you know I might get rocks\nCool kid, who acts pretentious\nNo belt, just suspenders\nGot my diamonds in the sky like I'm throwing up the rocks\nYou see my pants low, no offense to the public\nI just like to rock the apparel to the Republic\nOf Democratic subject, who am I?\nT-r-a-v-i-s-c-o-t-t, that's me, konichiwa [Chorus: Chris Holloway & \nTravis Scott\n]\nWho am I? (\nPicture perfect, yeah, American dream\n)\nWho am I? (\nLondon, Paris, took a random bean\n)\nWho am I? (\nBlood diamonds, drink Circoc on the scene\n)\nWho am I? Who Am I? (You were pushing girl, I made you a fiend)\nWho am I? (Pure frost, pure affection it seems)\nWho am I? (In a car, stepping out as a team, ayy, woah)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Diamonds with the following description: “Diamonds” is an unreleased demo by Australian singer-songwriter Sia, which leaked online for the first time on March 25, 2021. The song was given to Barbadian singer Rihanna, who recorded it for her seventh studio album, Unapologetic, in 2012. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nShine bright like a diamond\nShine bright like a diamond\n[Verse 1]\nFind light in the beautiful sea\nI choose to be happy\nYou and I, you and I, we're like diamonds in the sky\nYou're a shooting star I see, a vision of ecstasy\nWhen you hold me, I will like, we're like diamonds in the sky\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI knew that we'd become one right away\nOh, right away\nAt first sight, I felt the energy of sun rays\nI saw the life inside your eyes\n[Chorus]\nSo shine bright, tonight, you and I\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\nEye to eye, so alive\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\n[Post-Chorus]\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShinin' bright like a diamond\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShinin' bright like a diamond\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky [Verse 2]\nPalms rise to the universe as we moonshine and molly\nFeel the warmth, we'll never die\nWe're like diamonds in the sky\nYou're a shooting star I see, a vision of ecstasy\nWhen you hold me, I will like\nWe're like diamonds in the sky\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAt first sight, I felt the energy of sun rays\nI saw the life inside your eyes\n[Chorus]\nSo shine bright, tonight, you and I\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\nEye to eye, so alive\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\n[Post-Chorus]\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShinin' bright like a diamond\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShinin' bright like a diamond\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky [Bridge]\nShine bright like a diamond\nShine bright like a diamond\nShine bright like a diamond\nYou are\nShinin' bright like a diamond\nShinin' bright like a diamond\nShine bright like a diamond\n[Chorus]\nSo shine bright, tonight, you and I\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\nEye to eye, so alive\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\n[Outro]\nShinin' bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShinin' bright like a diamond (Woah)\nYou shine bright like a diamond\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShine bright like a diamond (Woah)\nShine bright like a diamond\nWe're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky\nShine bright like a diamond\nYou shine bright like a diamond\nYou shine bright like a diamond\nShine bright like a diamond\nYou shine bright like a diamond\nYou shine bright like a diamond\nShine bright like a diamond" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called DNA. with the following description: On “DNA.,” Kendrick Lamar adopts multiple viewpoints; celebrating, critiquing, and exploring his black heritage and culture. In the music video, Kendrick and actor Don Cheadle appear to trade bars, engaging in an argument using the song’s lyrics during an interrogation scene. We also learn that “DNA” stands for “Dead Nigger Association.”\nLamar is wearing a traditional Kung Fu uniform throughout the piece. In an interview with Pitchfork, Don Cheadle confirmed that he inadvertently inspired the ‘Kung Fu Kenny’ persona. Cheadle portrayed a Chinese-speaking martial artist named Kenny in the 2001 action-comedy sequel Rush Hour 2.\n\nAt the beginning of the video, the song “YAH.” can be heard echoing above—almost as if it is playing in Kendrick’s head as the camera pans down. “YAH.” comes directly after “DNA.” on DAMN.’s tracklist.\nFollowing his initial encounter with Cheadle, who seems to be portraying a law enforcement figure, the ending of “BLOOD.” suddenly begins playing; when Cheadle turns on the lie-detector device, he begins convulsing, almost as if in a trance. This snippet comes from the video of Geraldo Rivera criticizing Kendrick’s lyrics on “Alright,” one of his most successful singles. The music video also contains snippets from “Hood Politics,” another song from Lamar’s March 2015 award-winning album, To Pimp A Butterfly.\nLastly, the song’s second verse samples a different segment of the same Fox News clip from “BLOOD.” and it’s worth noting that “BLOOD.” precedes “DNA.” on the album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI got, I got, I got, I got—\nLoyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nCocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA\nI got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA\nI got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA\nI was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception\nI transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua new weapon\nI don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head\nThis that put-the-kids-to-bed\nThis that I got, I got, I got, I got—\nRealness, I just kill shit ’cause it's in my DNA\nI got millions, I got riches buildin' in my DNA\nI got dark, I got evil that rot inside my DNA\nI got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA\nI just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve\nYeah, that’s him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird\nYou see fireworks and Corvette tire \nskrrt\n the boulevard\nI know how you work, I know just who you are\nSee, you's a, you's a, you's a—\nBitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA\nProblem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA\nDaddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA\nBackbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge\nSee, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front\nShit I've been through prolly offend you, this is Paula's oldest son\nI know murder, conviction\nBurners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption\nScholars, fathers dead with kids and\nI wish I was fed forgiveness\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier’s DNA (\nI’m a soldier's DNA\n)\nBorn inside the beast, my expertise checked out in second grade\nWhen I was 9, on cell, motel, we didn’t have nowhere to stay\nAt 29, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate\nAnd I'm gon' shine like I’m supposed to, antisocial extrovert\nAnd excellent mean the extra work\nAnd absentness what the fuck you heard\nAnd pessimists never struck my nerve\nAnd Nazareth gonna plead his case\nThe reason my power's here on earth\nSalute the truth, when the prophet say [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar & \nGeraldo Rivera\n]\nI-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nThis is why I say that hip hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism in recent years\nI-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nI live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, fuck your life\nI-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA\nI live a be-, fuck your life\nFive, four, three, two, one\nThis is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'\nMoney and power, the mecca of marriages\n[Verse 2]\nTell me somethin'\nYou mothafuckas can't tell me nothin'\nI'd rather die than to listen to you\nMy DNA not for imitation\nYour DNA an abomination\nThis how it is when you in the Matrix\nDodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow\nAnd stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go\nAnd sleepin' in a villa\nSippin' from a Grammy, walkin' in the buildin'\nDiamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors\nBeach inside the window, peekin' out the window\nBaby in the pool, godfather goals\nOnly Lord knows I've been goin' hammer\nDodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras\nEat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals\nYoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana\nWatchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes\nPhone never on, I don't conversate\nI don't compromise, I just penetrate\nSex, money, murder—these are the breaks\nThese are the times, level number nine\nLook up in the sky, ten is on the way\nSentence on the way, killings on the way\nMotherfucker, I got winners on the way\nYou ain't shit without a body on your belt\nYou ain't shit without a ticket on your plate\nYou ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself\nYou ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate\nTell me when destruction gonna be my fate\nGonna be your fate, gonna be our faith\nPeace to the world, let it rotate\nSex, money, murder—our DNA [Video Outro]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Leanin’ with the following description: “Leanin'” is a star-studded ode to the art of sipping sizzurp. Chris Brown provides a catchy chorus while Juicy J and Quavo drop smooth verses—with all three covering the art of lean consumption, as well as lean-adjacent topics such as earning and spending large amounts of money, captivating beautiful women, and drug-induced sex.\nCanadian producer Murda Beatz handles production, providing the trio with a bouncy, trap-inspired beat. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Project Pat, \nJuicy J\n]\nSippin' on some sizzurp (\nYeah\n)\nSippin' on some sizzurp (\nMm\n)\nSip-sippin' on some, sip-sippin' on some sizzurp (\nYeah\n)\nPour it on up, it's goin' down\nSippin' on some sizzurp (\nYeah\n), sip-sippin' on some, sip— (\nBreezy\n)\n[Chorus: Chris Brown, \nJuicy J\n, \nChris Brown & Juicy J\n, \nProject Pat\n]\nI put that syrup in my double cup\nChop and screwed (\nYeah\n), party on the way\nLeanin'\n, leanin' (\nLeanin'\n)\nLeanin', \nleanin'\n (Oh-oh, \nwoo\n)\nAnd baby, when you look into my eyes\nYou know why they open wide (\nAyy\n)\nLeanin', leanin'\nLeanin', leanin'\nAll of these feelings (Yeah), you catchin' feelings (Yeah)\nAnd seein' all the signs\nLeanin', leanin'\nGirl, you leanin', leanin'\nYou pop this pill, then tell me where you feel it\nAnd take you for this ride (\nSyrup, ayy\n)\nLeanin'\n, leanin' (\nWoo\n)\nLeanin', leanin' (Woo-hoo)\n(\nSizzurp\n) [Verse 1: Juicy J]\nGot that soda poured, then we glow\nWhite girls put coke up they nose\nShakin' ass for Juicy J\nI'm throwin' money 'til they close\nSeen 'em all, seen me ball\nPour it all, drank it all\nGot that blower in the car\nJust in case it go that far\nRoll up, pour up\nWhat's the hol' up? Hol' up\nI be slowed up, dozed off\nOff that slow stuff, woke up\nI give no fucks, slow bucks\nBetter than no bucks, so what?\nThat bitch chose up, feed her\nNeed no coca, so up\nI be rackin' up the M's, fuckin' hoes on film\nBlowin' strong like the weed in the gym\nStill sippin' that sizzurp\nI been ballin' like Arenas (Wizards)\nAnd then two freaky foreign bitches\nShe ain't bad, told her don't bring her with them (Ayy)\nI let her spend the night if my girl with it\nWe can have a threesome with them (Woo) [Chorus: Chris Brown, \nJuicy J\n, \nChris Brown & Juicy J\n, \nProject Pat\n]\nI put that syrup in my double cup (\nWoo\n)\nChop and screwed, party on the way (\nAyy\n)\nLeanin', leanin'\nLeanin', leanin'\n (Oh-oh)\nAnd baby, when you look into my eyes (\nYeah, yeah\n)\nYou know why they open wide (\nAyy\n)\nLeanin', leanin' (\nLeanin'\n)\nLeanin', leanin' (Oh-oh)\nAll of these feelings (Yeah), you catchin' feelings (\nYeah\n, yeah)\nAnd seein' all the signs\nLeanin', leanin'\nGirl, you leanin', leanin'\nYou pop this pill, then tell me where you feel it\nAnd take you for this ride (\nQuavo\n)\nLeanin', leanin' (\nWoo\n)\nLeanin', leanin' (Woo-hoo)\n(\nSizzurp\n)\n[Verse 2: Quavo]\nDrank, drank, drank, drank on me (Drank on me)\nYeah, they call me young Quavo (Quavo)\nDropped the top, told your bitch, \"Get in\"\nShe gon' do what I say so (Skrrt-skrrt)\nShe gon' do what I say so (Skrrt-skrrt)\nI told her, \"Count up the pesos\" (Count it up)\nYeah, came from puttin' bricks in the cars like Maaco (Bricks)\nI don't get tired when I'm whippin' pies (Ooh)\nHit 'em with that circumcised, choppers in my archive (Grah)\nCame from servin' the fiends on 'em (Came from)\nNow I'm in the coupe with the wings on it (Yeah)\nNow I'm just lookin' for somebody to lean\nLean, lean, lean, lean on me (Mm)\nI advise you to pay up (Cash)\nCut 'em off on the way up (Cut 'em off)\nI'm on the board like a layup\nOn your ho face more than makeup (Bluh)\nBet I beat you to the paper (I bet it)\nCup filled with the Lakers (I bet it)\nBlunt filled with the Lakers (Yeah)\nBaow-baow, I demolish a hater [Chorus: Chris Brown, \nProject Pat\n]\nI put that syrup in my double cup\nChop and screwed, party on the way\nLeanin', leanin'\nLeanin', leanin' (Oh-oh)\nAnd baby, when you look into my eyes\nYou know why they open wide\nLeanin', leanin'\nLeanin', leanin' (Oh-oh)\nAll of these feelings (Yeah), you catchin' feelings (Yeah)\nAnd seein' all the signs\nLeanin', leanin'\nGirl, you leanin', leanin'\nYou pop this pill, then tell me where you feel it\nAnd take you for this ride\nLeanin', leanin'\nLeanin', leanin' (Woo-hoo)\n(\nSizzurp\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Rodeo Clowns with the following description: “Rodeo Clowns” is a fast-paced song originally by Jack Johnson. The band only played the song once at the now-closed Griffin venue in San Diego, California. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nSweeping the floors, open up the doors, yeah\nTurn on the lights, getting ready for tonight\nNobody's romancing 'cause it's too early for dancing\nBut here comes the music\n[Verse 1]\nBright lights flashing to cover up your lack of\nSo many people, so many problems, so many reasons\nTo buy another round, drink it down\nJust another night on the town\nWith the big man, money man, better than the other man\nHe got the plan with the million dollar give a damn\nWhen nobody understands, he'll become a smaller man\nThe bright lights keep flashing, the women keep on dancing\n[Chorus]\nWith the clowns\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nThey pick me up when I'm down\nYeah, yeah\nThe Rodeo Clowns\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nThey pick me up when I'm down\n[Verse 2]\nThe disco ball spinning, all the music and the women and\nThe shots of Tequila, man they'll say that they need ya\nBut what they really need, is just a little room to breath\nTeeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands\nHer dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things [Chorus]\nSymbolic of change but the thing that is strange\nIs that the changes occurred, and now she's just a part of the herd\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nMan I thought that you heard\nYeah, yeah\nThe changes occurred\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nJust a part of the herd\n[Verse 3]\nLights out, shut down, late night, wet ground\nYou walk by look at him but he can't look at you, yeah\nYou might feel pity but he only feels the ground\nYou understand moods, but he only knows let down\nBy the corner there's another one\nReaching out a hand, coming from a broken man, well\nYou try to live but he's done trying\nNot dead but definitely dying\n[Chorus]\nWith the rest of the clowns\nYeah, yeah\nMm, mm, mm, mmm, mm, mmm, mm\nWith the rest of the clowns [Interlude]\n[Outro]\nSweeping the floors, open up the doors, yeah\nTurn on the lights, getting ready for tonight\nNobody's romancing 'cause it's too early for dancing\nBut here comes the music" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Sorry for Now with the following description: A song from the other side of Fort Minor’s “Where’d You Go,” “Sorry For Now” is about the sacrifices that Mike’s kids can’t quite understand yet. He doesn’t want to constantly be gone, but it’s the nature of the job, and he has to face their anger whenever he does. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]\nWatching the wings cut through the clouds\nWatching the raindrops blinking red and white\nThinking of you back on the ground\nThere with a fire burning in your eyes\nI only halfway apologized\n[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]\nAnd I'll be sorry for now\nThat I couldn't be around\nSometimes things refuse\nTo go the way we planned\nOh I'll be sorry for now\nThat I couldn't be around\nThere will be a day\nThat you will understand\nYou will understand\n[Verse 2: Mike Shinoda]\nAfter a while you may forget\nBut just in case the memories cross your mind\nYou couldn't know this when I left\nUnder the fire of your angry eyes\nI never wanted to say goodbye\n[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]\nSo I'll be sorry for now\nThat I couldn't be around\nSometimes things refuse\nTo go the way we planned\nOh I'll be sorry for now\nThat I couldn't be around\nThere will be a day\nThat you will understand\nYou will understand [Bridge: Chester]\nYeah, stop telling 'em to pump the bass up\nTried to call home but nobody could wait up\nSwitch your time zones can't pick the pace up\nI just passed out by the time you wake up\nBest things come to those who wait\nAnd it's bound to get rough on any road you take\nBut don't you ever have a doubt and make no mistake\nI can't wait to come back when I'm going away\n[Outro: Mike & (\nChester)\n]\nSo I'll be sorry for now\nThat I couldn't be around\nThere are things we have to do that we can't stand\nOh I'll be sorry for now\nThat I couldn't be around\nThere will be a day that you will understand\nOh I'll be sorry for now\nThat I couldn't be around\nThere are things we have to do that we can't stand\n(\nThings we have to do that we can't stand\n)\nOh I'll be sorry for now\nThat I couldn't be around\nThere will be a day that you will understand\nYou will understand\nYou will understand\nYou will understand" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Black THougHts with the following description: ScHoolboy Q addresses the current state of the hood and the overall black community, addressing stereotypes on the culture.\nQ delivers most of these lines in this track with brief pauses, showing how scattered these thoughts can be before you can connect them. Even in the line “I wrote these rhymes days apart” can be an example of how long it can take to connect your thoughts.\nWith rising tensions between cops and black people, it’s going to take more than just people talking about it to make a change. Q acknowledges that his role as an entertainer can be used to influence a change in society. Gang violence is an issue with which Q has been involved deeply, so it is evident to him that gangs need to focus on the real problem at hand.\n\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Trayvon Ray Cail & \nScHoolboy Q\n]\nOur circumstance to where we had parents in our lives that was showing us everything\nLike didn't nobody walk us and— by our hand and show us like you do this and don't do that\nIt wasn't like that coming up in our motherfuckin' community where we grew up at\nWe grew up off of, what? Figueroa, nigga, like a, a, a, a worldwide blade\nA real strip (\nYeah\n)\nA real, real ho store\nI mean, you know like\nYou got a mama tellin' you somethin' and a daddy\nA daddy tellin' you somethin'\nAnd at the same time, you got your daddy, he, he, he, he around the corner\nGettin' high off the heroin\nYour mama on the county, you know what I mean? Like\nSupportin', wanna take care of ten kids\nI mean, you know, man, it's like\nSmokin' the gas on the regular, man, you know what I mean?\nWord\nSippin' on Henn', nothin' but regular, you know what I mean?\nWord, uh\n[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]\nPissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches, uh\nOn gangster Crip, my papa was a bitch\nLeft me where hope just don't exist\nAnd every neighbor got a fence\nWith bars on windows,\n my moms slavin' for the rent\nThrowin' dices, GT Dyno groovin'\nWhere you hang, we shootin'\nYou slip, you stiffen\nCreative Crippin', uh\nNigga, uh\nBitches stop in traffic\nThis that type of shit that make the MAC a classic\nReason I'm pussy magnet\nShe learned to carry package\nI been the best at rappin', uh\nI'm hot as Vegas\nYour favorite rapper broke, he don't get this paper\nBut claim he got a kilo, been born in '93, though\nHe tryna fool the people\nMan [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThe joke's on you, motherfucker\nThe loc is on you, motherfucker\nI warned you, it's karma\nBlack thoughts and marijuana, it's karma\nBlack thoughts and marijuana, it's karma\nBlack thoughts and marijuana, it's karma\n[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]\nAin't nothin' changed but the change\nLet's put our brains away from gangs\nCrips and Bloods the old and new slaves\nShit, we even changed our names\nTiny somethin', Lil Shane, while we bang\nBut yo, y'all ain't hearin' me\nMy homie facin' life, he told me that my pride my biggest enemy\nBut you keep your eyes in that dark\nYour mind, it grays your heart\nI wrote these rhymes days apart\nMost of us caught before we can expand our thoughts\nHow your grandmother see your corpse?\nHow your big homie make your life a book?\nLeft you for dead 'cause he ain't lead you right\nBut I'm gon' freedom write, hmm\nLet's put the rags down and raise our kids\nLet's put the guns down and blaze a spliff\nLet's do it now, man, no buts or ifs\nIt took a Blood to get me Pringle chips\nYou can learn to fly or take the ladder\nReal nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides\nMan [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThe joke's on you, motherfucker\nThe loc is on you, motherfucker\nI warned you, it's karma\nBlack thoughts and marijuana, it's karma\nBlack thoughts and marijuana, it's karma\nBlack thoughts and marijuana, it's karma" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Wasted with the following description: “Wasted” serves as the fourth track off of Travis Scott’s highly anticipated debut album, Rodeo. This song features Juicy J and a sample from the Pimp C track, “Havin' Thangs ‘06”.\nSwedish rapper Yung Lean was originally featured on “Wasted;” work began on the song in December 2014. King Krule was seemingly also meant to appear on the track at some point, as seen on a picture of an early tracklist. In the end, Travis took both off, likely as Juicy J had access to the Pimp C sample. 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)\nAre you \nwasted or nah\n? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?\n[Verse 1: Travis Scott]\nTake a sip, drowning in this shit, coppers 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 accountants\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-wit-wit it\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[Chorus: Pimp C]\nIt's really going down in the goddamn South\nI'm trill, I'm country 'til the end\nIt-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn South\nI'm trill, I'm country 'til the end [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 their shit, man\nWasted or nah?\nYeah (\nWasted or nah?\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\n[Verse 2: Juicy J]\nIs you wasted, baby?\nOne shot, two shots and you still talking crazy (Trippy)\nThree shots and you faded\nFreaks coming out at night and they gettin' X rated\nFour shots now she wanna do the clique\nAny more shots she ain't gon' remember shit\nSmoking on extendos, no clips\nProject hoes going up in the Ritz (Trippy)\nShe gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh\nShe just wanna fuck and drink and chief all the weed up\nSexy bitch, pop that pussy 'cause you in your prime\nPour that purple over ice, call it \"turtle time\"\nShawty never been a hesitator\nGot her going down on the elevator\nHeard the pussy bomb, I'ma detonate her\nFuck her from the back, keep the neck for later\nNo magic trick, but I levitate her\nWith the magic stick, nothing less than great\nWhen I hit her with the dope D, I'm gone\nDon't text me later, no extra favors [Chorus: Pimp C]\nIt's really going down in the goddamn South\nI'm trill, I'm country 'til the end\nIt-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn South\nI'm trill, I'm country 'til the end\n[Outro: T.I.]\nHmm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say\nAll the products of a young man gone the long way\nFrom the home that he known, 'til he roamed where he at\nAnd the phone break up, unknown wake up\nSeveral one night stands, hung up phone, break up\nIf he fall, will he fly? Sure, it wouldn't take much\nFor you to find out, jump, have you took that plunge?\nIf not, in the same spot, how could you judge?\nH-h-how could you judge? C-c-could you judge?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called I Think I’m Ready with the following description: “I Think I’m Ready” served as an iTunes bonus track from, One of the Boys. The track was also included on the Hello Katy Tour EP and was remixed and remastered for the 15th anniversary of the album on June 20, 2023.\nLyrically, the song is about young love and about being ready to begin a relationship. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI'm used to opening my own doors and splittin' the checks\nHe introduced me, was always just the friend\nI bought a new dress, he never noticed\nAlways falling for these bad boys, such a challenge\nI'm getting tired of cleaning up after them\nI think I'm ready to be a woman\n[Chorus]\nOh, love\nI think I'm ready, ready for it\n[Verse 2]\nYou were such a surprise, an unexpected gift\nSaid I was pretty and I believed it\nNot really used to all this attention\nTold myself I don't deserve you and this is just a phase\nCould I get used to being loved the right way?\nI wanna argue, but there is nothing to say\n[Chorus]\nOh, love\nI think I'm ready, ready for it (Ready for it)\nOh, love\nI think I'm ready [Bridge]\n'Cause you send me flowers when there's no occasion\nYeah, we talk for hours, you still wanna listen\nWon't hold it against me if I just need you to hold me tonight\n[Verse 3]\nMy mother always told me that you'd show up one day\nSo scared to feel this way\n[Chorus]\nBut love\nI think I'm ready, ready for it (Ready for it)\nOh, love\nI think I'm ready, ready for it (Ready for it)\nOh, love\nI think I'm ready" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called My People with the following description: Half of the Black Hippy collective teams up on this track conceived for the soundtrack to the film “Bastards of the Party.”\nThis song discusses the inter-racial conflicts occurring within the black community, and how, to put it simply, it’s just dead wrong. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & \nJay Rock\n]\nMy people don't love me\nWhy we hate each other?\nWhy we kill our brothers? Why we hurt our mothers?\nMy people don't love me\nWe can love one another\nWe should stick together 'cause we're all we got\nMy people don't love me\nWhy we ride on another, need to love one another\nWe all we got\nMy people don't love me (\nHuh\n)\nI said we all we got, I swear to God, dog we all we got\nMy people don't love me\n[Verse 1: Jay Rock]\nThis whole world's spillin' senseless killin'\nUniverse beyond evil, one topic to serve\nBe my black people, we be missin' the point like Shaq's freethrow\nSean Taylor, life gone because of haters\nA nigga he known tried home invasion, went wrong\nBullet penetrated his leg, femur bone\nDays later, wake arrangements, flowers to be catered\nThat was so impatient, take him from the next man\n'Cause he ain't got the will to hustle like he can\nNiggas would rather steal than think of a righteous plan\nTo get residuals, kill for dividends\nThis life is critical, we livin' in a time where 9-year olds tote .9's\nTurn 10, it's MAC 10's and coke lines\nI wonder why successful black man gotta die from a black man [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nMy people don't love me\nWhy everywhere I go, I got to accumulate some hate?\nMy people don't love me\nGenocide all we know, shit, we basically in the KKK (Alright)\nOK-K-K, I'm tryin' to make my cake\nBut every time I turn around you take it from me, so\nBlack people don't love me\nHate each other we do each other wrong\nThat's why today, black people let's love, we\n[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]\nCan't be a positive black role model\nLeadin the future with no haters to follow\nNow that's fucked up, if I ever wanna see\nSuccess, I gotta see death? Be famous for what?\nHe aimin' for higher learnin', you aimin' to shoot it down\nHe flyin' straight, you wanna u-turn him\nYou burn your brother's bridges\nHis accomplishments making way for your children\nStill you don't compliment, inconsiderate black pride\nNo, never been, never win, gotta lose\nThat's the slope that's for the black heritage\nWe play the fool better than comedians\nDisobedient dude, no respect, ethics\nI refuse to be a statistic\nBut changin' my community don't seem realistic\nShow me an African American doin' right\nI'll show you one that'll kill his ass tonight\nFucked up, baby [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & \nJay Rock\n]\nMy people don't love me\nWhy everywhere I go, I got to accumulate some hate?\nMy people don't love me\nGenocide all we know, shit, we basically in the KKK (Alright)\nOK-K-K, I'm tryin' to make my cake\nBut every time I turn around you take it from me, so\nBlack people don't love me\nHate each other we do each other wrong\nThat's why today, black people let's love, we (\nYeah, yeah\n)\n[Verse 3: Jay Rock]\nWe stuck together back in slavery days\nMartin and Malcolm, them dudes paved the way\nThe bullshit we doin', I know they're turnin' over in their graves\nThe shit need to stop today\nYeah, the die for the cause, some like Jesus for us\nTo become better people, think about it\nWe used to run from the KKK\nBut now we runnin' from our brothers that be holdin' them 'K's\nMan, never thought there'd be days like this\nCan't trust your homies that you're hangin' with\nDamn shame, why you kill a nigga over a chain?\nWhen you could get up on your hustle and get the same thing\nUnited, we stand tall, divided, we all fall\nLet's leave this bullshit behind y'all\nOn the real, the envy and the hate need to stop\nBlack people we all we got [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nMy people don't love me\nWhy everywhere I go, I got to accumulate some hate?\nMy people don't love me\nGenocide all we know, shit, we basically in the KKK (Alright)\nOK-K-K, I'm tryin' to make my cake\nBut every time I turn around you take it from me, so\nBlack people don't love me\nHate each other we do each other wrong\nThat's why today, black people let's love, we\n[Outro: Jay Rock]\nYeah, y'all better wake up and smell the coffee, uh\nWe all we got, man\nIt's black on black killin' each other, man, it need to stop, real talk (Hehehe)\nBlack people need to smarten up\nWe all we got" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called On Obama: “I’m Past That” with the following description: On an interview with Philadelphia’s Hot 107.9, Kanye West says he’s ‘past’ Obama, feels used by president.\n\nvia Washington TimesExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“I’m not gonna mention him no more, I’m past that,”\n \nYeezus said of the president on Philadelphia station Hot 107.9.\n “That’s out my thoughts. That’s lowering my priority of thinking at this point.”\n“Oh, you talking about how h\ne use to come and visit me and my mama and tell me he’s about to run for president?” Ye' replied when asked if he would ever \n\"break bread\"\n with the president and continued, \n“I just think that we’re pop icons\n, \nand the president likes to use that type of thing just to be down.\n People was fine with me being everyone’s punching bag for about five years — ‘This is the person we love to hate, \nso if you want to distract people from everything that’s going on\n … just say you hate Kanye and there’s going be 30 other people who say they hate Kanye.’ That was kind of my position in culture and he kind of used that too — \n‘Oh, he’s a jackass’\n — because that’s how the world felt.\"\n“I don’t care if someone’s the president or not,” Kanye finished. “I care about thoughts and how you helping people and what you bring to the world.”" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Mortal Man with the following description: Inspired in part by a 2014 trip to South Africa, “Mortal Man” name-checks leaders from Nelson Mandela, to Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X and Moses.\nAt the back-end of the song Kendrick interviews the last King of Hip-Hop, Tupac Shakur. The two West Coast MC’s discuss black culture, racism, fame and image. Kendrick realizes he’s the new voice in a long line of leaders. Like Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr. and Tupac Shakur, he understands that he has a limited time, and when speaking with Tupac he knows that he has to reach out to the teenagers and recruit them to change the world.\nThe excerpts of 2Pac’s conversation with Kendrick were taken from a 1994 interview with the Swedish radio show P3 Soul, hosted by Mats Nileskär. You can listen to the interview in its entirety here.\nKendrick also shared his connection to Tupac in an interview with MTV, where he revealed the album was originally titled Tu Pimp A Caterpillar – Tu.P.A.C. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: James Fauntleroy & \nKendrick Lamar\n]\nOh, oh, woah\nUh, yeah\nUh, yeah\nUh\nYeah, uh\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\nLet these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question:\n[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan—\n(One two, one two, one two)\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\nLet these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question: [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWon't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]\nDo you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?\nCould I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?\nIs your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?\nWould you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?\nIf I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off\nIf the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car\nWould you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar?\nOr question my character and degrade me on every blog?\nWant you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson\nI freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome\nYou tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing\nBut a prophet ain't a prophet 'til they ask you this question:\n[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWon't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'\nLet my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd with that—\n[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]\nDo you believe in me? How much you believe in her?\nYou think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?\nYou think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?\nYou think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first? \nCan you be immortalized without your life being expired?\nEven though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?\nLike, who got your best interest?\nLike, how much are you dependent?\nHow clutch are the people that say they love you?\nAnd who pretending?\nHow tough is your skin when they turn you in?\nDo you show forgiveness?\nWhat brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?\nWhat kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?\nWhat kind of bridge did they burn?\nRevenge on your mind when it's mentioned\nYou wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson\nYou wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom\nYou wanna be remembered that delivered the message\nThat considered the blessing of everyone\nThis your lesson for everyone, say; [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWon't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThe voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'\nLet my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga—\n[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]\nI been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues\nI hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you\nThat's not Nelson-like—want you to love me like Nelson\nI went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is\nSo I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me?\nIs this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?\nSee I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs\nTrees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law\nGeneration X—will I ever be your ex?\nFlaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls\nPut me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all\nIt's respect—but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall\nHow many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?\nIs it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?\nIs it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin\nIs it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh\n[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\nThat nigga gave us \"Billie Jean,\" you say he touched those kids?\nWhen shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\n[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]\nThe ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling\nLet my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message\nAs I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression\nAnd if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga\n[\nSpoken Outro:\n \nKendrick Lamar & \n2Pac\n]\n\"I remember you was conflicted\nMisusing your influence\nSometimes I did the same\nAbusing my power, full of resentment\nResentment that turned into a deep depression\nFound myself screaming in the hotel room\nI didn't wanna self destruct\nThe evils of Lucy was all around me\nSo I went running for answers\nUntil I came home\nBut that didn't stop survivor's guilt\nGoing back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned\nOr maybe how A-1 my foundation was\nBut while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city\nI was entering a new one\nA war that was based on apartheid and discrimination\nMade me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned\nThe word was respect\nJust because you wore a different gang color than mine's\nDoesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man\nForgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets\nIf I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us\nBut I don't know, I'm no mortal man\nMaybe I'm just another nigga”\nShit and that's all I wrote\nI was gonna call it \"Another Nigga\" but, it ain't really a poem\nI just felt like it's something you probably could relate to\nOther than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you\nI always wanted to ask you about a certain situa-\nAbout a metaphor actually, uh, you spoke on the ground\nWhat you mean by that, what the ground represent?\nThe ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil\nRight\nThat's how I see it, my word is bond\nI see—and the ground is the symbol for the poor people\nRight\nThe poor people is gonna open up this whole world\nAnd swallow up the rich people\n'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat\nAnd they gonna be so appetizing, you know what I'm saying Wealthy, appetizing\nThe poor gonna be so poor, and hungry\nRight\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna be\nThere might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu-\nThey might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying?\nAight so let me ask you this then\nDo you see yourself as somebody that's rich\nOr somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?\nI see myself as a natural born hustler\nA true hustler in every sense of the word\nI took nothin', I took the opportunities\nI worked at the most menial and degrading job\nAnd built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it\nI went from having somebody managing me\nTo me hiring the person that works my management company\nI changed everything, I realized my destiny\nIn a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying?\nI made myself a millionaire, I made millions for a lot of people\nNow it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?\nI made millions for the record companies\nI made millions for these movie companies\nNow I make millions for, for us\nAnd through your different avenues of success\nHow would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?\nBy my faith in God,\n \nby my faith in the game\nAnd by my faith in \"all good things come to those that stay true\"\nRight\nYou know what I'm saying?\nAnd it was happening to me for a reason\nYou know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit\nI was punching the right buttons and it was happening\nSo it's no problem, you know\nI mean, it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know\nI'm finna go straight through\nWould you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that\nSomebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?\nShit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been, uh Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance\nAnd not only me but, it goes down my family tree\nYou know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back\nAight well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like\n\"We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win\nAnd I wanna lay it all down\"\nIn this country, a black man only have like\n5 years we can exhibit maximum strength\nAnd that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong\nWhile you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back\n'Cause once you turn 30 it's like\nThey take the heart and soul out of a man\nOut of a black man, in this country\nAnd you don't wanna fight no more\nAnd if you don't believe me, you can look around\nYou don't see no loud mouth 30-year old motherfuckers\nThat's crazy, because me being one of your offsprings\nOf the legacy you left behind,\n \nI can truly tell you that\nThere's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I wanted to ask you\nWhat you think is the future for me and my generation today?\nI think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores\nAnd next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed\nFor real, I don't think America know that\nI think America think we was just playing\nAnd it's gonna be some more playing but\nIt ain't gonna be no playing\nIt's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying?\nIt's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this motherfucker\nYou know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen\nThat's crazy, man, in my opinion\nOnly hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations\nLot a people don't understand how important it is, you know\nSometimes I can like, get behind a mic\nAnd I don't know what type of energy I'ma push out\nOr where it comes from, trip me out sometimes\nBecause it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin'\nWe just letting our dead homies tell stories for us\nDamn\nI wanted to read one last thing to you\nIt's actually something a good friend had wrote\nDescribing my world, it says:\n“The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it\nIts only job is to eat or consume everything around it\nIn order to protect itself from this mad city\nWhile consuming its environment\nThe caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive\nOne thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him\nBut praises the butterfly\nThe butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness\nAnd the beauty within the caterpillar\nBut having a harsh outlook on life\nThe caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak\nAnd figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits\nAlready surrounded by this mad city\nThe caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon\nWhich institutionalizes him\nHe can no longer see past his own thoughts\nHe's trapped\nWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as\nGoing home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city\nThe result?\nWings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant\nFinally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations\nThat the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle\nAlthough the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different\nThey are one and the same\"\nWhat's your perspective on that?\nPac? Pac? \nPac?!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Scooby & Shaggy with the following description: Migos member Offset faces jail problems and gave them a hiatus from making music and working on the YRN Tha Album, while delaying the “Yung Rich Nation,” Tour as well. Thanks to DJ Clue there is some new material – Migos talk about the difficulties of selling narcotics and how it got them into arduous situations. This track will appear on the DJ Clue Banned From CD Mixtape.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Quavo]\nI took his bitch, he mad at me\nIt was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy\nI took the plug’s package\nHe was like what happened\nIt was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy\nScooby Doo, it was a mystery\nTouchdown, going down in history\nSorry you missed me, call Scooby Doo, it’s a mystery\nFinessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically\nFinessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically\n[Verse 1: Quavo]\nFinessing the plug with accuracy, now he after me\nGot 100 Ps in the Sprinter, nigga no athlete\nAnd I got that chicken, no Mrs. Winners\nMeet the plug at the KFC and I finesse his ass after dinner\nCall me Quavo the Godzilla\nRed Bentley, Forgiatos on it, call it thriller\nDiamonds thrill her in Manila\nFuck her from the back, I’m facing a pillar\nYou pull up with choppers but are you a killer?\nMirror mirror, got a riddle for you fuck niggas\nWhat if you get in a pickle?\nIf you catch a body would you tell on your peer?\nIf you hold it down, keep it 100, you real\nSamurai sword cut the brick, Kill Bill\nI trap out the mansion on Beverly Hill\nRIP to Uncle Phil, fresh prince, call me Quavo Will\nI know that this money a blessing\nI’m thanking the lord when I kneel\nWe the only niggas in the city having seals\nNaw, for real! [Chorus: Quavo]\nI took his bitch, he mad at me\nIt was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy\nI took the plug’s package\nHe was like what happened\nIt was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy\nScooby Doo, it was a mystery\nTouchdown, going down in history\nSorry you missed me, call Scooby Doo, it’s a mystery\nFinessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically\nFinessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically\n[Verse 2: Offset]\nFeeling like Marshawn Lynch in the interview, I’m thankful\nWalk in the room with these trophies on my neck like you in a banquet\nYou acting like you really tough but you soft in the heart, you a diamond\nYoung nigga hopped off the porch, I was anxious\nJust a young nigga old niggas embraced\nJuug and finesse a nigga on my faith\nKeep a little grip on my pistol, say my grace\nWe in the jungle, my niggas go ape\nWhipping the dummy, this what I create\nI fuck your bitch while you take her on dates\nNobody know I smash her on my lake\nTalking fast to the plug, juuged him for 8\nStacking bricks, LA Clippers, call me Blake\nThanking the lord for my situation\nUsed to have bricks on the intersection\nSipping Act, daily medication\nWho really real in investigations\nYou gonna tell because what you facing\nHe got out of jail and they couldn’t trace it\nIt’s a mystery, can’t even solve the case\nDon’t be that nigga put on a plate [Chorus: Quavo]\nI took his bitch, he mad at me\nIt was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy\nI took the plug’s package\nHe was like what happened\nIt was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy\nScooby Doo, it was a mystery\nTouchdown, going down in history\nSorry you missed me, call Scooby Doo, it’s a mystery\nFinessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically\nFinessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically\n[Verse 3: Takeoff]\nFinesse him with accuracy\nRunning with the work, police tryna tackle me\nShort days, long nights, trapping at the Quality Control factory\nAbracadabra, work disappear magically\nI’m in the kitchen whipping, it’s a tragedy\nWhipping the masterpiece, then I go smoke on my balcony\nMy niggas and family count on me\nTrapping that snow white in that van, they calling me ice cream man\nI see trash bags but no trash, nigga I’m the trash bag man\nI see red and white blue lights, undercover lurking in the Sedan\nStart with a cutie, break it down\nBag it up, wrap it up, that was the plan\nNow I’m pitching soft and curveballs\nOr I can pitch it to you underhand\nRemember trapping out of Camrys\nUntil we won Grammys\nNow you niggas cannot step on my property or my grass, feel like I’m Stanley\nI took his bitch, he mad at me\nFuck em fuck em, pull up on him in the alley [Chorus: Quavo]\nI took his bitch, he mad at me\nIt was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy\nI took the plug’s package\nHe was like what happened\nIt was a mystery, Scooby Doo and Shaggy\nScooby Doo, it was a mystery\nTouchdown, going down in history\nSorry you missed me, call Scooby Doo, it’s a mystery\nFinessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically\nFinessing with accuracy, abracadabra it’s magically" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Die Young with the following description: Die Young is the final track on Chinx’s posthumous debut album. it’s a very cryptic track dealing with dying young by getting caught up in the street life of selling drugs and gun violence.\nThe artists also detail spending their money and enjoying life because they don’t expect it to be a long one.\nThe track features French Montana, who was Chinx’s mentor and friend, as well as French’s brother Zack and Riot Squad member MeetSims on the hook. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Meet Sims]\nIf I die-ie-ie-ie-ie\nProbably die as a young nigga\nProbably die as a young nigga\nIf I die-ie-ie-ie-ie\nProbably die as a young nigga\nProbably die as a young nigga\n[Post-Chorus: French Montana]\nIf I die, just look into the sky\nI ain’t even gon’ lie, tell my niggas don’t cry bout nothing\nOh, Montana\nIf there’s something on my mind, I was busy tryna find\nI was drunk getting high with my guys didn't care 'bout nothing\nWhoa\n[Verse 1: French Montana]\nEver since the first hit me up, I wasn't supposed to live\nStill on the block getting money where I’m supposed to live\nWant to see my casket shine on mama’s front row\nTears in her eyes, heart bleeding, the boy have to go\nI can see Puff telling Ross, Yela was a legend\nI can see my baby mama mad at every freshman\nAnd I’d be mad\nTurning up for my nigga till they put me in the casket [Chorus: Meet Sims]\nIf I die-ie-ie-ie-ie\nProbably die as a young nigga\nProbably die as a young nigga\nIf I die-ie-ie-ie-ie\nProbably die as a young nigga\nProbably die as a young nigga\n[Post-Chorus: French Montana]\nIf I die, just look into the sky\nI ain’t even gon’ lie, tell my niggas don’t cry bout nothing\nIf there’s something on my mind, I was busy tryna find\nI was drunk getting high with my guys didn't care 'bout nothing\n[Verse 2: CokeBoy Zack]\nSuckas hating, we just some young niggas\nOut the bottom, got it from crumbs nigga\nNow it’s 250 in the slum nigga\nPocket full and this shit for fun nigga\nSay never know\nAll this shit a nigga seen, I’ll never fold\nMay never know\nNiggas claiming like a lawyer, probably telling though\nYoung niggas out here let the blammer go\nMixing mud with the smoke, I’m paranoid\nGot a couple kittens that’s down to go\nAnd when they cum I’ll be there mining coal\nSuckas living a lie\nOut here blessing all my niggas and I’m living the life\nGot a couple foreign bitches and they put up a fight\nIf I told you what I know I’m probably doing a life\nFuck these fuck niggas, we don’t run with em\nHating bitches, man I’m done with em\nLive fast and die young nigga\nKnow the consequences come with it [Chorus: Meet Sims]\nIf I die-ie-ie-ie-ie\nProbably die as a young nigga\nProbably die as a young nigga\nIf I die-ie-ie-ie-ie\nProbably die as a young nigga\nProbably die as a young nigga\n[Verse 3: Chinx]\nLook, rose up out that dirt wearing holy clothes\nMost niggas love to hate you, man you don’t need those niggas\nHow we gon’ cleanse our body of these sins?\nWhen our only concern was re-ing up and riding rims\nSold white that wasn’t good for cooking\nTeacher used to say that I’d amount to nothing (stupid bitch)\nKept the work up in that kitchen covered\nWhipped it like I baked it in that easy oven\nEverybody pick their poison, Islamic or Christian\nBuddhas to Jewish, every religion is Judas\nNigga due to all my circumstances\nHad no choice but roll the dice, had to take them chances\nTill my homies leave the can they just tuna fish\nNew money orders for the fam, just get through the shit\nYoungins dying nowadays dressed up in the ghetto\nThe struggle up out the system, these crackers turn you to Gepetto\nI’m loading up in that hoopty to catch a 187\nI flipped and got me a Rolex, preacher got the same Bezel\nWhat the fuck, some nights I couldn’t sleep cause Satan woke me up\nBeen through shit that make you cry, have you choking up\nFind yourself in the darkest places loading them nines\nTryna grip your mind, searching, you search what you find\nCame up with jack shit up out that wishing well\nLeft with this black skin and a digital scale\nI pray I be ok when I grow up a little bigger\nIf I don’t, tell my babies daddy was a real nigga [Chorus: Meet Sims]\nIf I die-ie-ie-ie-ie\nProbably die as a young nigga\nProbably die as a young nigga\nIf I die-ie-ie-ie-ie\nProbably die as a young nigga\nProbably die as a young nigga" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Say Wassup with the following description: “Say Wassup” is a Black Hippy posse cut between Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q, Ab-Soul and Kendrick Lamar that appears on Jay’s July 2011 album Follow Me Home. On the track, the TDE members discuss their drug infused lifestyles, sexual prowess, and poor origins. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Ab-Soul]\nThey know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup\nWhen you see me in your town, say wassup\nRoll around, say wassup\nEven ones who wear the crown say wassup, that’s wassup\nBreak it down, that’s wassup\nBlow a pound, that’s wassup, aye\n(All day, every day, I be on my J-O) (That’s wassup)\n(Oh, all day, every day) That’s wassup\n(All day, every day, I be on my J-O) That's wassup\n(Oh, all day, every day) That’s wassup\n[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]\nAnd my taillight broke like a promise, homie\nThis the realest shit I wrote, on my momma, homie\nMy teachers used to call my momma on me\nNow I'm a rapstar and I could fuck my momma’s homies\n(Soul!) Me and ScHoolboy hit the liquor store\nChocolate Swisher burn slow, how sweet?\nWho got the dro? Who tryna chief?\nLike Pocahontas' daddy\nAnd I'm off that granddaddy kush, I'm finna start a family\n[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]\nI'm ghetto, my Kool-Aid need mo' sugar\nFive-star suite, you ain't know, suga?\n (You ain't know, bitch?)\nI’m chilling, bumping Anita Baker\nCaked up, they wonder why I don’t need a baker\nBut really though, I just need a hater\nSo I ask 'em for their number when I see a hater\nAsk Obama if I don’t know about presidents\nKeep them deadmotherfuckers resting in my money clip [Chorus: Ab-Soul]\nThey know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup\nWhen you see me in your town, say wassup\nRoll around, say wassup\nEven ones who wear the crown say wassup, that’s wassup\nBreak it down, that’s wassup\nBlow a pound, that’s wassup, aye\n(All day, every day, I be on my J-O) (That’s wassup)\n(Oh, all day, every day) That’s wassup\n(All day, every day, I be on my J-O) That's wassup\n(Oh, all day, every day) That’s wassup\n[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]\nLook up in the mirror and my gangsta told me, what it do?\nCap'n Crunch and Top Ramen all a nigga ever knew\nGot a bitch to twist a blunt and pop a nigga collar, too\nWho that nigga standing over there? That’s that nigga, Q\nWhat it do? That's wassup, bang this in your Tonka truck\nEverybody rocking Chucks and pistol packing, that’s a must\nSagging and my ass showing, mami and the cops knowing\nAll I wanna do is smoke a blunt, let it bump\n[Verse 4: Jay Rock]\nYeah, I'm looking in the mirror and the nigga said, wassup, Rock?\nAnd that nigga looked back at me and said, boy, you certified\nTook my '87 Regal, put it in a chop shop\nStash spot, .45, run up, you gonna die\nLooking for a pretty bitch who can twerk it and throw it back\nNigga diss me, no, I ain't missing, I'm throwing shots back\nJay Rock, top cat, and I'm still a Top Dawg\nBoxed in that Porsche Box' like I'm fighting southpaw [Chorus: Ab-Soul]\nThey know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup\nWhen you see me in your town, say wassup\nRoll around, say wassup\nEven ones who wear the crown say wassup\nThat’s wassup\nBreak it down, that’s wassup\nBlow a pound, that’s wassup, aye\n(All day, every day, I be on my J-O) (That’s wassup)\n(Oh, all day, every day) That’s wassup\n(All day, every day, I be on my J-O) That's wassup\n(Oh, all day, every day) That’s wassup\n[Ab-Soul]\nI'm Soulo, take a photo, blowing do-do in a dojo\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nWe a green light, you a no-go, hey Q, go\n[Schoolboy Q]\nNo, Rock, go\n[Jay Rock]\nI'm a rock though, like Barack though\nAnd my eyes low and I drive slow like Paul Wall [Schoolboy Q]\nGive it back though, I got y'all\n[Ab-Soul:]\nNah, fuck that, I'm a ball hog\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nNo, fuck that, they gon' fall off\n[Schoolboy Q]\nGot a sawed-off, I'mma hop out, let it all off\nHop back in, then I haul off\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nWe situated, we hit the pavement so hard\nWe all got ground to play with\n[Ab-Soul]\nA challenger is like last year calendars\n[Jay Rock:]\nYup, you're all outdated\n[Kendrick Lamar]\nWe all amazing, you all can hate it\nYou can live or die, that’s your ultimatum\nMarried to the game, at the altar wasted\nA pound of white rice on the tribe of Asians\n[Schoolboy Q]\nNiggas, they'll ride for me, bitches, they desire me\nAnd what's the one thing they hate the most?\n[Jay Rock:]\nSaying bye to me\n[Chorus: Ab-Soul]\nThey know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup\nWhen you see me in your town, say wassup\nRoll around, say wassup\nEven ones who wear the crown say wassup\nThat’s wassup\nBreak it down, that’s wassup\nBlow a pound, that’s wassup, aye\n(All day, every day, I be on my J-O) (That’s wassup)\n(Oh, all day, every day) That’s wassup\n(All day, every day, I be on my J-O) That's wassup\n(Oh, all day, every day) That’s wassup" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called 1999 Tim Westwood Freestyle with the following description: Eminem and Proof appeared on the “New York Live Show” with Tim Westwood and Marley Marl.\nThis was the second freestyle Em did for Westwood in 1999, with an earlier one on The Westwood Radio 1 Rap Show (the first national radio show in the UK) used to promote The Slim Shady LP and demonstrate that Em was more than a gimmicky Caucasian rapper. A few weeks later “My Name Is” was #2 on the UK charts.\nI’m a big fan of Tim\nThe guy is a one-off\nNo one does what he does\n–Eminem via BBC Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Eminem]\nTim Westwood, Marley Marl and Slim Shady and MC Proof\nProof on my side, my sidekick\nY'all can suck my wide -ick\nSaid the \"ick\" without the D in front of it\nNone of you rappers want none of it\nI’ll put you on punishment like Big Pun\nWanna suck my \"ick-ick\"? Here's a big one\nI'll do it with the fluid that I’m spillin'\nI'm illin', plus I'm chillin', I'm not a villain\nForget the controversy surroundin' me\nAnd all these fake-ass press people surroundin’ me, houndin’ me\nBut I don't give a damn ’cause I smoked a pound of weed\nY'all don't want none of me\nSo get from in front of me like Chuck D\nAll the these bitches wanna walk up and fuck me\nWhoops! Did I say that or did I think it?\nI don't know but my brain starts shrinkin’\nMy spine starts shrivelin', givin' 'em adrenaline\nWhen I'm killin' 'em and no DNR for \nBenylin\nAnd this is right off the top\nTake a bottle of pop and bit off the top\nTim, I said that last time when I was on your show\nBut it really doesn't matter 'cause I kick this slowest flow\nWith a flow that's slow, really doesn't matter\nSaid it backwards, but all you fake-ass rappers are actors\nAnd I'ma bring it to ya\nYou got a life and you got a song\nBut don't know how to sing it, do ya?\nNo you don't, so I'ma kill it\nI'ma cook a cracked egg in a skillet and eat it\nAnd smoke it and whatever, take my dick and poke it\nBlastin' off right now! [Interlude: Marley Marl]\nAight! Ha-ha-ha\nNo doubt\nNo doubt, baby\n[Verse 2: Proof & \nEminem\n]\nProof!\nMC Proof, here on the mic raise the roof\nKill 'em like 180-Proof\nD12, D12, D12 (\nD12\n)\nToo many white and black people I been gnarly\nRockin' with Tim Westwood and Mr. Marley\nIt's time for us to do y'all, who y'all?\nWe break balls like cue balls, while y'all switch up like RuPaul\nIt's true y'all don't wanna mess around with us\nA lotta people I been with is dangerous\nWhy's this beat so fast?\nI know\n[Verse 3: Eminem]\nWow, this beats are a little bit too fast for my headache\nBut I don't give a damn, someone call a paramedic\n'Cause I'm pathetic, I need a little bit of Excedrin to make my damn head spin\nI'll do a head spin, a windmill and then chill, and then kill (\nWestwood!\n)\nWhatever, I'm clever with these beat that I kick over these techniques\nLike technique 12 inches, I get blunted\nAnd any rapper that wants it, don't want it\nThey kick in front it, right to their face\nI give, I'ma smackin' it and I don't give a damn\n'Cause I got Proof backin' it\nY'all don't wanna step to me\nYou put your life in jeopardy\nY'all better choose your mother— weaponry\nAyo Proof, get on the mic\nShow these mother— what it's like [Verse 4: Eminem & \nProof\n]\nAll you motherf— goin' get f— up now\nAw man\nNo cussin', no potions, slow motion, jack off with no lotion\nI'm slower than the flow in the ocean\nI can cause an explosion, to knock water out of an ocean\nWhen I'm coastin', jumpin' the rowboat and start flowin' in it\nI brought the microphone, my -ick I'm totin' it\nLike a Glock that cock\nI rock the microphone and rock the spot\nAnd rappers jock a lot, Proof come in whether you're wack or not (\nThese voices\n)\nOr dope or not \n(\nThese voices\n)\n(\nI hear them, I hear them voices\n)\n(These voices I hear them)\n(And when they talk I'll follow)\n(I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow all these voices)\n(These voices I hear them)\n(And when they talk I'll follow)\n(I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow)\n[Interlude: Marley Marl & \nEminem\n]\nYo, yo, yo, I'ma give you this hot beat\nMarley Marl style\nGo ahead, Proof\nSlim Shady, Marley Marl joint exclusive freestyle [Verse 5: Proof & \nEmimen\n]\nYo, exclusive\nFor all our supporters\nRoll your tape recorders\nThis is goin' overseas to many different borders (\nWestwood!\n)\nHere it is, Paul Bunyan, he speaks Yiddish\nNiggas and Slim Shady run for the English to the British\nTime for them to get down, stood up, listen to us\nWe can rock the microphone and never got to cuss\nUs, trust, nuts, of course we dangerous\n[?] derange the bus is danger\nWell I flip it and I kick and I rip it and I flip\nI figgity back the microphone and figgity-figgity-wheepsy\nYo, check it out, yo, my hair ain't nappy\nBut, yo, can this beat please get a little more happy?\nI diggity what for biggity what\nI biggity bust a savage\nI biggity down, flip them down, flip them like a [?]\n[Verse 6: Eminem]\nYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hold on, hold on (Holdin' on)\nThis beat a little bit too happy for my stinkin' self\nNah, this is nice, this is nice\nThis is some explicit shit that y'all can't get with\nGet my wrists slit, I ain't a nit wit\nBut I'll smoke weed and pass out like a sampling snippet\nY'all don't wanna hear me rip it\nY'all don't wanna hear me flip it\nI biggity-biggity-biggity-whoopsie\nLike Das EFX, you get a broken neck\nMy textbook, take a next look\nY'all don't wanna understand the way that I just come off at the top\nAnd I can always drop everything that I stop\nOr everything that I keep goin' and keep flowin'\nLike the Energizer bunny, that's why it's funny\nWhen rappers try to step to me and try to step to me\nAnd battle me for money, 'cause you're a dummy\n'Cause anything that you could say I could use against you (\nWestwood!\n)\nAnd I can slice your ass like a chem suit\nLet me continue, put the shit on the menu\nRappers don't wanna step to me\nBecause [?]\nThen I continue to bust, never ever trust\nAny MC 'cause I turn 'em all to friggin' dust\n[Verse 7: Proof]\nYeah, we turn 'em to dust\nAyo, Dirty Dozen gon' battle with anything\nYou better off hop in a plane with JFK\nDisplay lyrical styles, we get it dirty\nIt's Dirty Dozen, D12 [?]\nNo need to write this, 'cause when we write this\nY'all hear Shady, Proof, Bizarre and [?]\nIt's time to hype this, get it with this\nIt's Tim Westwood, get on your best foot\nYour chest could take a slug from us\nDo drug with us, you bug with us? Nah\nDon't even try that, you hear this stuff?\nWell, next time, the LP buy that\nNo time to hide that\nAyo, the hi-hat, go buy that\nYou die flat for talkin' that\nYou get bust up, who's that?\nPaul Rosenberg, yo, frozen turds\nGet stepped over, it's time to get it\n[Outro: Eminem, \nMarley Marl\n (& Proof)]\nPaul Rosenberg\nI'd like to thank y'all for comin' by, man\nY'all just ripped that\nDid you rip my damn microphone?\nPaul Rosenberg is a small frozen turd\nWhy y'all just ripped my damn microphone?\n(Nah, we ain't did nothin' yet, yo)\nAye, peace London\nMa-Ma-Ma-Marley\nPeace\nMarley, Tim, I love y'all, peace\nThank you very much for havin' us" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Out West with the following description: “OUT WEST” is a remix of the Travis Scott and Young Thug collaboration of the same name, featuring the star of the original song.\nYoung Thug’s vocals on the song date back to 2017, before Scott’s “OUT WEST” was even made, and were originally previewed over another beat produced by BricksDaMane, on a song which featured a different verse from Wayne, along with one from Euro as well. The unreleased track was supposedly set to appear on Wayne’s previous album, Funeral, but it did not make the final tracklist, so they replaced the beat and released it on No Ceilings 3.\n\n\nLil Wayne talks about Young Thug possibly being featured on his new album “Funeral” 🤯 pic.twitter.com/arxPl1js6Z— STRAPPED | Hip-Hop/Rap News (@STRAPPEDUS) January 30, 2020\n\n\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]\nNo Ceilings 3\n, that's right\nFeaturing Young Thug, let's go\n[Intro: Young Thug & \nLil Wayne\n]\n(Thu-thu-thu, \nuh, uh, uh, uh\n, ayy)\nPull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (\nOh\n, ayy)\nI hit for a brick, went and spent it on Melrose (\nOhh\n, ayy)\nI was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (\nOh\n, ayy)\n[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]\nI might shoot up the casket\nShoot up the funeral, shoot up the pastor (Buh)\nI'm boutta shoot up the set, shoot up the movie\nAnd shoot the actor (Pew)\nI'm boutta feel like the cameraman, nigga\n'Cause I'm 'bout to shoot with a Canon (Yeah)\nI got the Uzi with the banana clip\nYou get the fruit like you Adam, yeah\nI let it ring like Saturn\nYeah, I'm talkin' rat-tat-tatta, yeah\nI'm talkin' grrt, rat-tat-tat-tat-tatta\nSound like Spanish, yeah\nI do the MC Hammer after they bury thеm\nThey get the hammеr and nails\nHair trigger, squeeze, blatt\nSend 'em to Heaven quick as a bat outta Hell\nYeah, if I had Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up\nNina take his soul away 'cause she a soul sister\nOne over your head, one under your nose, nigga\nIf you're comin' back to life, then pull up in a Ghost, nigga\nUh, I got the Devil in me (Yeah)\nI got the reverend with me (Amen)\nI got your halo, I got your wings\nI got your feathers with me (Yeah)\nRose petals with me (Yeah)\nI got the shovel with me (Yeah)\nAnd you in the desert with me (Huh)\nDrugs, I got several in me (Yeah)\nNow dig your grave all by yourself (Yeah)\nI got heads on top of my shelf (Yeah)\nBitch, I got a graveyard under my belt (Under my belt, bitch)\nI want you six feet under that Earth (Bitch)\nI put your picture on front of that shirt (Bitch)\nI let my bitch sleep in one of them shirts\nAnd she let me piss and cum on that shirt (Bitch)\nChop his head off (Yeah)\nStop by his mom and drop his head off (Yeah, yeah)\nI'm with Satan, he got on a shirt that say, \"I'm with Adolf\" (Yeah, yeah)\nI got the Devil ridin' shotgun, Hot Boy and the cold killer\nTake a picture, say, \"Cheese,\" decompose, nigga [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug, \nLil Wayne\n, \nYoung Thug & Lil Wayne\n]\nBitch\n, I got the Devil in me\n (\nGot the Devil in me\n)\nHigh speed, yeah, I got \nBerettas with me\n (\nGot Berettas with me\n)\nOh, \nand a nigga ain’t safe in the ground\n, we gon' dig 'em up (\nYeah\n, dig 'em up)\nGraveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (\nGot the shovel with me\n, I keep a shovel with me, oh, yeah)\n[Chorus: Young Thug & \nLil Wayne\n]\nYou ain't gotta do no askin' (\nDo no askin'\n), I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, \nOh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah\n I'm tryna, tryna)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nYeah, oh, oh, oh, oh\n, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, \nshoot up your casket, shoot up the casket\n)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nOh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket\n, thu-thu-thu)\n[Verse 2: Young Thug, \nYoung Thug & Lil Wayne\n]\nHit 'em in the stomach, give him hiccups (Huh)\nIf I had a Bazooka, \nI'd blow this whole shit up\n (Yeah)\nI'm tryna take the gold off his casket\nWipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)\nAin't no tellin' what I wanna do\nMan, \nonly God knows\n (Woo, hey)\nShoot to the max when I pull up on you (On you)\nMad Max, I'm on one-thirty-two (One-thirty-two)\nCinemax, watch me move when I move (When I move)\nI think God picked your card, man\nI think he want you (Gotta go home)\nAnybody with 'em get whacked (Yeah)\nEvery time you see me, got a Gat' (Got the Gat')\nAnd my bitch, she a brat (She a brat)\nAll these hoes did that (She did)\nWhy the fuck these niggas did that?\nTampax Pearl, nigga, bleedin' through the jacket (Blatt, blatt)\nRun up on 'em, take his racks (Blatt, blatt)\nBlatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug, \nLil Wayne\n, \nYoung Thug & Lil Wayne\n]\nBitch, I got the Devil in me\n (\nGot the Devil in me\n)\nHigh speed, yeah, I got \nBerettas with me\n (\nGot Berettas with me\n)\nOh, \nand a nigga ain't safe in the ground\n, we gon' dig 'em up (\nYeah\n)\nGraveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (\nGot the shovel with me\n, I keep a shovel with me)\n[Chorus: Young Thug & \nLil Wayne\n]\nYou ain't gotta do no askin' (\nDo no askin'\n)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, \nOh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah\n I'm tryna, tryna)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nYeah, oh, oh, oh, oh\n, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, \nshoot up your casket, shoot up the casket\n)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nOh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket\n, thu-thu-thu)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, \nOh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah\n I'm tryna, tryna)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nYeah, oh, oh, oh, oh\n, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, \nshoot up the casket, shoot up the casket\n)\nI'm tryna shoot up the casket (\nOh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket\n, thu-thu-thu)\n[Outro: Young Thug & \nLil Wayne\n]\n(\nUh, uh, uh, uh\n, ayy)\nPull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (\nOh\n, ayy)\nI hit for a brick, went and spent it on Melrose (\nOhh\n, ayy)\nI was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (\nOh\n, ayy)\n[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]\nNo Ceilings 3\n, Euro, Hoody Baby, Gudda Gudda" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Drake Signs on with Team Jordan Brand with the following description: Fashion Genius gives you the 411 on Drake’s new deal with Team Jordan.\nExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Click the pictures for the details\n!\n*" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Get Like Me with the following description: “Get Like Me” is a braggadocious track about expensive cars and stunting. The chorus interpolates lyrics from Yung Joc’s April 2006 track, “It’s Goin' Down,” who makes an appearance in the music video. The track was released as the second single from The Greatest Story Ever Told.\nThe original version featured rapper Jim Jones, however, due to label issues, that version was never officially released. Instead, Banner recruited R&B singer Chris Brown for a verse. Lil Wayne and Drake also remixed the single on their November 2008 track “Stuntin'.”\n“Get Like Me” peaked at #16 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart the week of August 23, 2008. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nDavid Banner\n[Chorus: Yung Joc]\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the—, get, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the—, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit\n[Verse 1: David Banner]\nI got a chip in my engine,\n twenty-six-inch rims\nI got fade-away money,\n bitch, I'm ballin' out the gym\nGot my old school bumpin', hip wheel on recline\nIf you think a nigga broke, you out'cha monkey-ass mind (Yeah)\nDiamonds on my pinky (Yeah), hand on the pine\nBitch, you touch and die, your momma do the second line\nScreens fallin' from the sky, syrup fallin' in my cup\nOld school Chevy thang, comin' down, nigga, what?\nGot diamonds in my mouth (Yeah), got some Gucci on my seat\nGot G's on my ass, \nbitch, it's cold when I speak\nGot a freak on my arm, got a charm around my neck\nYou can gon' pass the mic, watch I'm 'bout to catch wreck\nStill screamin' out mayne (Mayne), pistol in my hand\nSouthside so throwed (Throwed in the game)\nBig face on my chain, eighty-four's on the frame\nBig bodies comin' down, hoggin' up both lanes [Chorus: Yung Joc, \nDavid Banner\n]\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, get like me (\nMayne\n)\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the—, get, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the—, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit\n[Verse 2: Chris Brown]\nThe name you know of\nA little bit of change, now your boy done blown up\nIn them foreign thangs with the guts exposed\nStuntin' ain't a thing to me\nAnd it's obvious, it's plain to see\nThat you gon' make us both\nGet into some thangs that is for grown folks\nAnd they might even say you should leave me alone\nDon't be scared\nYou need to get like me\nStuntin' is a habit, just gotta have it\nShawty keep throwin' that thang at me, I'm gonna bag it\nWhen she see the karats, a real Jessica Rabbit\nCan't another boy do the things you like\nHe ain't your type to change your life\nBut if you did your homework, girl\nI'm pretty sure you know what I got\nDrop top, and you know Jones and Banner gonna roll\nLet me stop [Chorus: Yung Joc, \n Yung Joc & Chris Brown\n]\nStuntin' is a habit\n, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the—, get, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the—, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? (Yeah)\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit\n[Verse 3: David Banner]\nLet them bougie boys ride Maybach ('Bach)\nI'm in the candy, laid back like I slang crack (Crack)\nMy money stacked to the ceilin'\nGettin' in my Chevy's like climbin' up a buildin'\nThem twenty-eight's on deck (Deck)\nThirty-seven on my wrist, a hundred-five on my neck (Yeah)\nThis rap money's okay, but \nyou should see these movie checks\nAnd this cartoon cash\n, the SS so sweet\nMy Bentley's hatin' on that ass, my old school's gettin' pissed\nShe opened up her arm, but then she slit both wrists\nThere go them suicide doors (Doors), wood on the dash\nFerris wheels on the toes (Toes)\n and got \nduals on the ass\nAnd some chrome on the nose (The nose), the white boys go, \"Sweet\"\nBut Black folks go, \"Oh,\" I got a 'llac full of ammo\nI'm brick with the nine throwin' bombs out the Lambo' (Uh)\nThe butterflies goin' up\nI got Chad in my heart\n and \nDJ Screw in my cup [Chorus: Yung Joc]\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the—, get, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the—, get like me\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit, put it in the air\nHave you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?\nStuntin', stuntin' is a habit" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Consequences (Orchestra) with the following description: The orchestra remix of “Consequences” will be the last single Camila will release for her debut album. On her Instagram, Camila explained:\nI wanted to close this era finishing on a song that makes you feel, that makes you think about someone you loved and lost, that makes you think about what it’s like to love someone so deeply.\nShe performed the song for the first time on live TV at the American Music Awards 2018, where she also ended up winning four awards. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nDirty tissues, trust issues\nGlasses on the sink, they didn't fix you\nLonely pillows in a stranger's bed\nLittle voices in my head\nSecret keeping, stop the bleeding\nLost a little weight because I wasn't eating\nAll the souls that I can't listen to, to tell the truth\n[Chorus]\nLoving you was young, and wild, and free\nLoving you was cool, and hot, and sweet\nLoving you was sunshine, safe and sound\nA steady place to let down my defenses\nBut loving you had consequences\n[Verse 2]\nHesitation, awkward conversation\nRunning on low expectation\nEvery siren that I was ignoring\nI'm paying for it\n[Chorus]\nLoving you was young, and wild, and free\nLoving you was cool, and hot, and sweet\nLoving you was sunshine, safe and sound\nA steady place to let down my defenses\nBut loving you had consequences [Bridge]\nNo, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nSaid no, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nI, no, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, mhm\n[Outro]\nLoving you was dumb, dark, and cheap\nLoving you will still take shots at me\nFrom loving you was sunshine, but then it poured\nAnd I lost so much more than my senses\n'Cause loving you had consequences\nLoving you" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Losses with the following description: “Losses” is a track that Drake uses to describe a relationship that went off course. He implies that what he states in this track is undisputable as each verse ends with the line:\nI’m not tryna make no song, these are cold facts\nThe intro, interlude, and outro on the track are taken from Drake’s Instagram Live session with his father, Dennis Graham, that occurred on March 21, 2020, amidst the outbreak of COVID-19 and international quarantine efforts used to deter its spread. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Dennis Graham]\nHey, Instagram\nThis song I've been writing, oh, for a few months\nI don't know, I, I started writing it about family\nJust came up now, so\nAnybody feel any way about it, I don't give a fuck\n(\nYeah, family\n)\n[Verse 1: Drake]\nYeah\nYeah\nLost you to the game, I gotta hug that\nI was here when you was asking where the love at\nDip your finger in the bag to get your buzz back\nI was wishin' on a star when I was that\nI've been fortunate enough to have it my way\nI'm a fortune teller, listen to what I say\n'Member when we used to park up in my driveway\nI always told it how it was, I never shy away\nThis life is really something you get lost in\nI know niggas that got famous and they bought friends\nI had friends that only had half of they heart in\nIt's hard to accept now, and it was hard then\nBut I treated you like gold, I was all in\nSpoiled rotten, they could smell you 'fore you walked in\nBurnin' incense in your new apartment\nBut you got no sense when it come to\nLost you to the game, I gotta hold that\nHow you feelin' in your soul since you sold that?\nI'll be better off without you, and we know that\nYou ain't lookin' at a nigga you could hold back\nLike I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap\nYou sold me up the river, but I rowed back\nYou put me on the road without a roadmap\nI'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts [Interlude: Drake & \nDennis Graham\n]\nYou got some liquor at the house?\nYeah\nGo get a shot, let's do a shot together\nI don't see it\nOkay, hahaha\n[Verse 2: Drake]\nAyy\nBeing here wasn't in the plans\nI do it for the Grahams, not the 'Gram\nI do it for the fam, but still fuckin' Uncle Sam\nI tried to change for you, but that wasn't who I am\nEven when being real is out of fashion\nNiggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'\nI did it by being myself with no dramatic acting\nI couldn't sit around and wait, I had to have it happen\nLost you to the game, I gotta face that\nReally think I lost you like a ways back\nAlways sayin' how a nigga never play fair\nI took you up under my wing and you just stayed there\nYou was supposed to grow some wings, get your own pair\nWe started this from the bottom, now you alone there\nShit, you treat it like it's home there\nDependent on me, you was supposed to get your own share\nI still love you to my last days\nI never knew that shit would be this fast-paced\nI never thought I'd see awards in a glass case\nI could've ended up in your crib with a masked face\nIt could've went left on a couple bad days\nWhen I visit my last place is the only time I'm in last place\nSee me these days, I never got on a sad face\nSee me these days, I\nLost you to the game, and I see why\nIt was always you and I without the T-Y\nThis is not one of them stories that got three sides\nThis is not one of them stories you could rewind\nLike I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap\nYou drove a nigga crazy, but I drove back\nYou wrote me off and then you never wrote back\nI'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts [Outro: Drake & \nDennis Graham\n]\nYes, sir\n(\nBaby\n)\nHold on, hold on\n(\nLet me tell you something about me\n)\n(\nI really do know, I know who I wanna be\n)\nWoo\nLord, I already passed on all that\n (Woo)\nYou go 'head on, haha" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called If It Ain’t Love with the following description: Jason Derulo dropped “If It Ain’t Love” a couple days before performing it at the iHeartRadio Music Award on April 3, 2016.\nJason Derulo went through a public breakup with his ex Jordin Sparks, back in 2014. The following year, he told Du Jour:\nI think true love can never be broken. So I don’t think I’ve found true love yet.\nA couple months before this track dropped, he announced his courtship with model Daphne Joy. Similarly, this song is about being in a new relationship and falling in love.\nMusically, this song sounds like a poppy club hit, which makes sense given all of the producers and songwriters who worked on this track. The Monsters and the Strangerz have worked with Rita Ora, Maroon 5, Bebe Rexha and more. Ian Kirkpatrick produced tracks on Derulo’s last album as well as hits for Chris Brown, Justin Bieber, and Nick Jonas. Talay Riley is a British singer-songwriter and Lindy Robbins has been churning out hits for pop and country stars for over a decade. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\n(Could use a little love)\n(Why can't you get enough?)\n(Could use, could use a little love)\n(Why can't you get enough?)\n(Could use...)\n[Verse 1]\nShort days, long nights, tangled up with you\nI don't wanna move\nYour eyes don't lie\nAnd if I needed proof, that body tell the truth\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nYour body is a blessing\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nDon't know if I deserve it\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nBefore round two, I've got a question for you, babe\n[Chorus]\nIf it ain't love\nWhy does it feel so good?\nWhy does it feel so good?\nIf it ain't love\nWhy does it feel so good?\nWhy does it feel so good? [Post-Chorus]\nIf it ain't love\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\nWhy does it feel so good?\nIf it ain't love\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\nWhy does it feel so good?\n[Break]\n(Could use a little love)\n(Why can't you get enough?)\n(Could use, could use a little love)\n(Why can't you get enough?)\n(Could use...)\n[Verse 2]\nOn the tip of my tongue\nThe flavor of your skin lingers on my lips\nEach time we dine\nWe do it again, again and again, ooh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nYour body is a blessing, oh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nWhat'd I do to deserve it? (What'd I)\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nBefore round three, I've got a question for you, baby [Chorus]\nIf it ain't love\nWhy does it feel so good? (So good)\nWhy does it feel so good?\nIf it ain't love\nWhy does it feel so good?\nWhy does it feel so good?\nTell me what it is\n[Post-Chorus]\nIf it ain't love\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, babe\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\nWhy does it feel so good? (So good)\nIf it ain't love\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Then what is it?\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh)\nWhy does it feel so good?\n[Break]\n(Could use a little love) Aw, yeah\n(Why can't you get enough?)\n(Could use, could use) [Bridge]\nYou know soon that you walk in, it going up, going up\nSlow it down for me, girl, we ain't gotta rush it (we ain't gotta rush)\nAlways a movie, we ain't saying much\nBaby, I'm just your type, I know what bad girls like\nBut I'll confess tonight\nYour body is a blessing, oh yeah\nWhat'd I do to deserve it?\n(Short days, long nights)\nShort days and long nights, yeah\n[Chorus]\nIf it ain't love\n(Why) Why does it feel so good?\n(Does it feel) Why does it feel so good?\n(So good) Tell me what it is\nIf it ain't love\n(Why) Why does it feel so good?\n(Does it feel) Why does it feel so good?\n(So good) So good, yeah, yeah\n[Post-Chorus]\nIf it ain't love (woo)\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Why) What is it?\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Does it feel) What is it?\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (So good)\nWhy does it feel so good?\nIf it ain't love\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Why) Then what is it?\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Does it feel) What is it?\n(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (So good)\nWhy does it feel so good?\n[Outro]\n(Could use a little love)\n(Why can't you get enough?)\n(Could use, could use a little love)\n(Why can't you get enough?)\n(Could use a little love)\n(Why can't you get enough?)\n(Could use, could use a little love)\n(Why can't you get enough?)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Number One with the following description: Pharrell Williams' third single, from his debut album, In My Mind.\nThis single was released on August 21, 2006, and in the UK Singles Chart had a peak position of 31. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced by Pharrell Williams]\n[Intro: Kanye West & \nPharrell Williams\n]\nWorld's, world's, world's famous\nWorld, world, world's famous\nYou're now listening to (\nGirl\n)\nSkateboard P, and the Louis Vuitton Don (\nI'm back\n)\nIt's so unfair, so unreasonable\nLet's go\n[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams & \nKanye West\n]\nI must've hurt your feelings (\nCome on\n)\nYour temper hit the ceiling (\nCome on\n)\nYou know I wanna talk to you (\nGet 'em P\n)\nOh girl come on (\nCome on\n)\nBut to maintain this livin' (\nCome on, come on\n)\nGod knows it's not given (\nCome on\n)\nYou know I got lots to do (\nLet's take 'em up\n)\nOh, girl come on (\nCome on\n)\nI know this part ain't pretty (\nCome on, come on\n)\nBut you know I been busy (\nYeah\n)\nThat's why I can't talk long on the phone (\nUh huh\n)\nOh, girl come on (\nCome on\n)\nSo honey if you with me (\nCome on, come on\n)\nKnow I'll look for your pretty (\nYeah\n)\nFace to smile when I get home\nAnd when we make love you know it's gon' be amazin' (\nYeah\n)\n'Cause you're my [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & \nKanye West\n]\nNumber one (\nBaby girl, you and me\n)\nSmash hit (\nThat's a hit to me\n)\nOff the charts (\nLook how she get to me\n)\nClassic (\nShe might be nothin' to you, but she the shit to me\n)\nSoon as I'm done (\nTell me how you love that\n)\nI'm dashin' (\nNumber one, can't put nothin' above that\n)\nHome to hold your heart (\nYou deserve a verse from me\n)\nAnd smash it (\nWe gon' party like it's our anniversary, go\n)\n[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams & \nKanye West\n]\nDidn't I just tell ya (\nGo\n)\nThat you're my Cinderella? (\nGet 'em P\n)\nMy dream ball ain't fixed one sight (\nCome on\n)\nOh girl come on (\nCome on, come on\n)\nBaby, you know I'd rather be where you are (\nWorld's famous\n)\nYou are my shining star\nBut last night that just wasn't right\nOh girl come on (\nCome on, come on\n)\nI know this part ain't pretty (\nCome on\n)\nBut you know I been busy\nThat's why I can't talk long on the phone (\nThe international\n)\nIt's hard for you baby girl come on \n(\nWorld's famous\n)\nSo honey if you with me (\nYeah, yeah\n)\nKnow I'll look for your pretty (\nEverybody\n)\nFace to smile when I get home (\nI need you to sing along with me\n)\nAnd when we make love you know it's gon' be amazin' (\nThis part, it's comin' up check it out\n)\n'Cause you're my (\nEverybody say\n) [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & \nKanye West\n]\nNumber one (\nBaby girl, you and me\n)\nSmash hit (\nThat's a hit to me\n)\nOff the charts (\nLook how she get to me\n)\nClassic (\nShe might be nothin' to you, but she the shit to me\n)\nSoon as I'm done (\nTell me how you love that\n)\nI'm dashin' (\nNumber one, can't put nothin' above that\n)\nHome to hold your heart (\nYou deserve a verse from me\n)\nAnd smash it (\nWe gon' party like it's our anniversary, go\n)\nNumber one (\nBaby girl, you and me\n)\nSmash hit (\nThat's a hit to me\n)\nOff the charts (\nLook how she get to me\n)\nClassic (\nShe might be nothin' to you, but she the shit to me\n)\nSoon as I'm done (\ntell me how you love that\n)\nI'm dashin' (\nNumber one can't put nothin' above that\n)\nHome to hold your heart (\nYou deserve a verse from me\n)\nAnd smash it (\nWe gon' party like it's our anniversary, go\n)\n[Verse 3: Kanye West]\nYesterday I was half the man you see\nBaby that's because you the other half of me\nYou my number one hit on the line of the charts\nI'ma FedEx, my love and have you signed for my heart\nFor my number one, keep ya dumb fly\nIt fresh to death, you like after death\nI resurrected my gold Jesus of Nazareth\nNow we fresh as a prince while they Jazzy Jeff\n (Uh-huh)\nAnd you don't be sayin shit when they askin quest-\nA-a-and you be givin' me my space a-a-and\nYou don't be runnin' on MySpace a-a-and\nYou know some other shit I hate w-w-what\nW-w-when they violate b-but\nTonight man, I ain't in the mood for it\nDon't matter who wore it, you wore it\nLook how ya co-or-dinated, man, that's my favorite\nI love the way that it [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & \nKanye West\n]\nNumber one (\nFIts on you\n)\nSmash hit (\nBaby, girl, that's the shit on you\n)\nOff the charts (\nLook how she get to me\n)\nClassic (\nShe might be nothin' to you, but she the shit to me\n)\nSoon as I'm done (\nT-tell me how you love that, love that\n)\nI'm dashin' (\nNumber one, can't put nothin' above that, world's famous\n)\nHome to hold your heart (\nYou deserve a verse from me\n)\nAnd smash it (\nWe gon' party like it's our anniversary, uh\n)\nNumber one (\nCome on, come on\n)\nSmash hit (You're my number one girl)\nOff the charts\nClassic (You're my number one girl)\nSoon as I'm done (\nCome on, come on\n)\nI'm dashin' (You're my number one girl)\nHome to hold your heart\nAnd smash it (\nTake 'em up\n) (You're my number one girl)\n[Outro: Kanye West & \nPharrell Williams\n]\nWorld's, world's, world's famous (\nYou're my number one girl\n)\nWorld, world, world's famous (\nYou're my number one girl\n)\nWorld's, world's, world's famous (\nYou're my number one girl\n)\nWorld, world, world's famous (\nYou're my number one girl\n)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Bang Bang Bang with the following description: “Bang Bang Bang” is the second track from Selena Gomez & The Scene’s third album “When the Sun Goes Down.” It was written by Toby Gad (who also produced the song), Meleni Smith and Priscilla Renea.\nAccording to Selena, this is the most personal song on the album.\nThe song was released on iTunes as a promotional single from the album. It managed to peak at #94 on the Billboard Hot 100. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYeah, yeah\nWoah, woah, oh\n[Verse 1]\nMy new boy used to be a model\nHe looks way better than you, he looks way better than you\nMy new boy gets it, how to get me\nHis love is deeper, you know, he's a real keeper, you know, oh\n[Chorus]\nBang, bang, bang, I'm breaking in\nStealing all my love back, giving it to him\nBang, bang, bang, this time I win\nI thought your love was all that 'til I let him in\n[Post-Chorus]\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one that's moping\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one\nWhen I'm out having fun, you’re gonna be the one that's broken\n[Verse 2]\nMy new boy knows the way I want it\nHe's got more swagger than you, he's got more swagger than you do\nMy new boy really likes to flaunt this\nHe's not hiding me, you know, he's showing me off, you know, oh [Chorus]\nBang, bang, bang, I'm breaking in\nStealing all my love back, giving it to him\nBang, bang, bang, this time I win\nI thought your love was all that 'til I let him in\n[Post-Chorus]\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one that's moping\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one\nWhen I'm out having fun, you’re gonna be the one that's broken\n[Bridge]\nI hope you slip and fall and trip all over my heart\nAnd just lay there alone, yeah, you got what you wanted\nOn your hands and knees grasping for air, grasping for me\nBaby, don't hold your breath, I've moved on to the next\nWhoa\nOn to the next one, on to the next one\nWhoa\nOn to the next one, on to the next one\n[Chorus]\nBang, bang, bang, I'm breaking in\nStealing all my love back, giving it to him\nBang, bang, bang, this time I win\nI thought your love was all that 'til I let him in [Post-Chorus]\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one that's moping\nYou're gonna be the one, you're gonna be the one\nWhen I'm out having fun, you’re gonna be the one that's broken\n[Chorus]\nBang, bang, bang, I'm breaking in\nStealing all my love back, giving it to him\nBang, bang, bang, this time I win\nI thought your love was all that until I let him in" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Always On My Mind with the following description: Cover of the country standard written by Johnny Christopher, Mark James and Wayne Carson, first recorded by Brenda Lee and made famous by Willie Nelson, Elvis Presley and numerous other artists.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nMaybe I didn't treat you\nQuite as good as I should have\nMaybe I didn't love you\nQuite as often as I could have\nLittle things I should have said and done\nI just never took the time\n[Chorus]\nBut you are always on my mind\nYou are always on my mind\n[Verse 2]\nMaybe I didn't hold you\nAll those lonely, lonely times\nAnd I guess I never told you\nI'm so happy that you're mine\nIf I made you feel second place\nGirl, I'm sorry I was blind\n[Chorus]\nYou are always on my mind\nYou are always on my mind\n[Bridge]\nTell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died\nGive me, give me more chance to keep you satisfied...satisfied [Outro]\nLittle things I should have said and done\nI just never took the time\nYou are always on my mind\nYou are always on my mind" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Whatever You Want with the following description: The official remix of “Whatever U Want” single was released by Consequence on November 18, 2009 as “The G.O.O.D. Music Remix”, featuring Kid Cudi, Common, Big Sean, John Legend & Kanye West.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro - Big Sean]\nAy, Big!\nThey say they want something real\nThats what I’mma give em\nAnd if I keep it real how could they not feel it\nHey yeah\nCan you say GOOD music?\nCan you say GOOD music?\n[Verse 1]\nLet me tell you about a bad ass chick\nEverybody wanna grab her\nTryna climb on that looking for a ladder\nNiggas wanna stab her, dag her, dag it\nEverybody want it\nAin't too many had it\nBeauty and brains, went to all the classes\nGraduated too even went and got a masters\nBad ass chick probably could have been an actress\nSo what she do?\nShe want to be an actress\nMoved to Manhatton, shit got real\nTook acting classes with Denzel\nLeading lady like Hillary grabbing big Bills Commercial money baby, ten thousand and a mill\nYeah, plus she had a baby boy\nAnd the nigga she was with she couldn’t love more\nStill want more, shit, she on a roll\nMove to Hollywood, she could probably get a role\nAnd she did, but realised the nigga wasn’t shit\nAddicted to the broads and on top of this she pregnant\nWith another boy\nHonestly thought abort but still had the boy\nLets name him Sean\nHonestly probably after Connery\nOne of her favourite actors but acting ain't promising\nAy yo I know there was certain things that was meant for you\nAnd thats why I’m giving you\n[Hook]\n(Whatever you want)\nThis whatever you want\n(Before)\nJust tell me\n(Whatever you want)\nYou deserve whatever you want\n(Before)\nI won’t stop till you get whatever you want\n(All the lights)\nAll the lights\n(The love, dreams you blew away\nFor your baby boy\nHold on, I'm on my way\n(whatever you want)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Marry You with the following description: Donald puts the rapping on pause and dusts off his acting skills in the upcoming film “Magic Mike XXL” as Andre, a male stripper. He covers Bruno Mars’ wedding anthem Marry You for the film’s soundtrack. (The soundtrack credits him as Donald Glover rather than Childish Gambino)\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nWell, it's a beautiful night\nWe're looking for something dumb to do\nHey baby\nI think I want to marry you\nIs it the look in your eyes\nOr is it this dancing juice?\nWho cares baby\nI think I wanna marry you\n[Verse 1]\nWell I know at little chapel by the boulevard that we can go\nNo one will know oh oh oh\nCome on, girl\nWho cares if we're trashed, got a pocket full of cash we can blow\nShots of patron\nAnd it's on, girl\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't say no, no, no, no-no\nJust say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah\nAnd we'll go, go, go, go-go\nIf you're ready, like I'm ready\n[Chorus]\nCause it's a beautiful night\nWe're looking for something dumb to do\nHey baby\nI think I want to marry you\nIs it the look in your eyes\nOr is it this dancing juice?\nWho cares baby\nI think I wanna marry you [Outro]\nI'll go get a ring let the choir bells sing like oh\nSo what you want to do?\nLet's just run girl" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Heading Home with the following description: “Heading Home” premiered at Walker’s live performance at the Winter X Games in Oslo on February 27, 2016. The acoustic/live version of this song was performed with Norwegian singer Marius Samuelsen at Walker’s concert “Alan Walker is Heading Home” in his hometown Bergen on December 22, 2016.\nThe song later was announced during a since-deleted Youtube live stream Walker did on March 30th, 2020. He announced the song had been reworked from the version previously heard at the X Games and dropped a trailer announcing the song’s release date of April 1st, 2020.\nThe song takes the singer through the journey of life, and once the singer realizes their all alone they turn their back on the journey and decide to “head home” back to familiarity. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI was so insatiable\n'Til the lights came on and the stories got old\nNow there's no one here, I know\nAnd the city outside's not the same anymore\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nAnd I, I remember when we were young\nWe'd write our names in the sand\nSo carelessly\nThen the rain came and yours was gone\nAnd now mine it stands alone\n[Chorus]\nNobody sees me, now I'm a one man show\nI'll do this on my own\nWe knew it all then now this is all I know\nGuess I'm heading home now\nGuess I'm heading home now\nGuess I'm heading home now\n[Verse 2]\nWhen the music always played\nWith the sound of our lives and the sweetest escape\nAnd the neighbors would complain\nWe would turn it up louder, who cares anyway? [Pre-Chorus 2]\n'Cause we, we remembered that we were young\nOur lives, were grains in the sand\nThat we, made our castles and kingdoms of\nNow the waves have torn them down\n[Chorus]\nNobody sees me, now I'm a one man show\nGuess I'm heading home now\nGuess I'm heading home now\n[Bridge]\nYou’ll find me\nI’ll be here\nI can't see\nI can’t breathe, anymore\nBut how could we have stayed?\nYou were high on love, I was drunk\nDrunk on the pain\nGuess I'm heading, I'm heading, I'm heading\nI'm heading home\nGuess I'm heading home now" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called In the Lonely Hour with the following description: This song was composed by Sam Smith for their album In the Lonely Hour, but a decision was subsequently made not to include it. It was also ‘pulled’ from Youtube, although Sam can be heard singing it in a recording of an early concert in May 2013 at St Pancras Old Church in London. Sam has never given a reason for excluding it.\nThe song has an emphatic, hypnotic, bluesy beat that is reminiscent of the Grammy-winning song “Stay With Me.” Sam’s voice has the distinctive mature, rich quality of their later work. The public response to the Youtube clip is one-hundred-per-cent positive. One interesting comment is that ‘the melody flows naturally as if it’s always existed and just waiting for Sam to write it.’\nThe lyric is self-explanatory and needs very little annotation. We can speculate that maybe its lack of sophistication caused it to be rejected, and certainly the songs on In the Lonely Hour are more complex. Whatever the motivation the melody and Sam’s voice have reached the level of maturity of their later work. The song is an interesting one in the development of Sam’s song-writing and performing skills. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI need someone that I'll look to\nIn the lonely hour\nThat we all go through\nTo give me comfort\nAnd love me through\nIn the lonely hour\nI need you\nI need you\nI need you\n[Chorus]\nI don't need diamonds\nI don't need jewels\nNo amount of riches will cover up these blues\nI don't need suggestions on how to start anew\nIn the lonely hour I need you\nThere's nothing I can do\nI'm hopeless without you\n[Verse 2]\nIt's a lonesome point of view\nAnd there's a wistful silence in an empty room\nThese other voices they don't cut through\nIn the lonely hour I need you\nI need you\nAnd I need you\nI need someone that I'll look to\nIn the lonely hour I need you\nI need you" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Only (Funk Flex Freestyle) with the following description: After singing the hook on the original, Breezy takes a shot at his own verse.\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6yjcwOCzHc&t=55s Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nLemme see, okay, I got somethin'\n[Verse]\nCaught a contact high\nI'm runnin' record labels 'til my contract bought\nAll in favor for this new shit, say aye\nI'm a man, you a mannequin, don't fuck with fake guys\nHold up, nigga dope like a nigga slang pies\nA nigga slang wood, she gon' feel it in her pipes\nIf the pussy good, get the ding-a-ling twice\n'Cause my chain put them other pussy niggas on ice\nI eat her booty, give the pussy hickies\nLicky, licky, lookin' for a booty like Nicki's\nDrum roll when I stick dick on top of titties\nAnd your nigga 'bout to finish in a matter of minutes, I'm winnin'\nI'm settin' world records, they should put me in Guinness\nI'm 'bout to put my whole leg in it when I'm finished\nShe got me on my third leg in the ninth innin'\nBut when she kiss the head, my God, I'm finished\nShe got the body of a model, when I'm sippin' on the bottle\nI'm about to spend the money on her\nWhen she givin' me the neck, she gon' really get a check\nGet the check like a money order\nGot the Colombianas in the kitchen\nWorkin' with the soda, I ain't talkin' 'bout Coca-Cola\nAnd all this money to the ceilin', I ain't worried 'bout the world\n'Cause I got it sittin' on my shoulder\nI don't fuck with you, pussy boy\nI'm just fuckin' your pussy, nigga\nYour bitch finna wire me my money right now\nYou paid for it, I'm the bookie, nigga\nA hundred rounds comin' out the barrel of the drum\nA cold nigga, your bitch fuckin' with a winner\nSaid she like fuckin' with a rich nigga\nEvery day Christmas, but I fuck her in December\nI don't fuck with your life, nigga\nYou can't fuck with these Nikes, nigga\nI put your bitch in all white, nigga\nAnd she do that shit you don't like, nigga\nHa, more liquor, now your bitch about to suck it\nShe givin' head to my niggas while I'm fuckin'\nI got my Timberlands on with a bucket\nBlowin' up her phone, she gon' pick up when I'm comin'\nHa, what you mean, we gon' talk out?\nMy nigga, we don't talk it out, my niggas with the shits though\nBoy, you better walk it out before my niggas stomp you out\nLil' homie got the pistol\nHa, I'm takin' shots at the bar\nAfter that, my niggas takin' shots at your car\nI don't fuck with you, bitch nigga\nI just fuck with your bitch, nigga" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Came to Do with the following description: “Came to Do” is a braggadocious track backed by signature Nic Nac production that sees Chris brag about his ability to bag women, stating that he only wants a one-night fling.\n“Came to Do” marks the second collaboration between Chris and Akon, following April 2011’s “Take it Down Low.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nLet me see\n[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nIt ain't nothin' to make you want it\nGet you tipsy, a little blunted\nI pulled up in the S-500\nFucked up, feelin' all up on it\n[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nYou know what I came to do, you\nYou know what I came to do\nYou know what I came to do, you\nYou know what I, oh (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you\nYou know what I came to do (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you\nYou know what I came to do (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I— (For all my ladies, oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do (Oh-oh)\nFor them girls\n(Oh-oh)\nFor all my ladies (Oh-oh)\nFor all my ladies [Verse 1: Chris Brown]\nBaby, you're so damn beautiful\nAnd I, I really like it\nI love your smile and the way that you move, yeah, yeah\nBaby, can I have a minute? (A minute)\nGirl, I promise I won't waste your time\n'Cause I know you're kinda busy\nBasically, all I'm tryna say is you caught my eye\nI know you need love, I'm tryna give it (Give it)\nAnd if you don't trust me, I'll show you\nI'm a man of my word, girl (Word, girl)\nAnd if you're ready for the world, I'll give it to ya (To ya)\nI'm so in love, like\n[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nIt ain't nothin' to make you want it\nGet you tipsy, a little blunted\nI pulled up in the S-500\nFucked up, feelin' all up on it\n[Chorus: Chris Brown, \nAkon\n]\nYou know what I came to do, you\nYou know what I came to do\nYou know what I came to do, you\nYou know what I, oh (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you (You know)\nYou know what I came to do (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you (You know, babe)\nYou know what I came to do (I came to do, oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I— (For all my ladies, oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do (Oh-oh, yeah)\nFor them girls\nFor all my ladies (Oh-woah, oh-oh)\nYeah, this for all my ladies (Oh-oh)\nWoo\nTo all my ladies [Verse 2: Akon]\nSee I'll give you what you want (What you want)\nAnd he'll give you what you don't (What you don't)\nI'm the man of the year (Year)\nHe just the man of the month\nA hundred stacks in the trunk, he gon' do it\nShe got a hundred packs in the dump, he won't do it\nAnd she the type to fuck with real niggas (Yeah)\nAnd I'm the type that you want, and you knew it\nSee I'm just out here countin' money while these niggas need a loan\nWhy you fuckin' with these dummies? We need to be alone\n'Cause I'm wantin' you, baby, so what it do?\n'Cause I wanna change your life, me and you\n[Chorus: Chris Brown, \nAkon\n]\n(Oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you\nYou know what I came to do\nYou know what I came to do, girl\n (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you (You know, babe, \noh-oh-oh\n)\nYou know what I came to do (\nCame to do\n, oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do (Oh-oh)\nFor them girls\nFor all my ladies (Oh-oh)\nYou know what I came to do, you (Yeah)\nYou know what I—\nYou know what I came to do, oh-oh\n(Oh-oh)\nYeah, this for all my ladies (Oh-oh)\nLadies, ladies\nFor all my ladies" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called 2013 BET Hip Hop Awards - TDE Cypher with the following description: Watch the cypher\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nHip Hop Awards: TDE Cypher [EXPLICIT]\n — \nBET.com\n\"Ha, ha. Joke's on you. High five...\" Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock and Isaiah Rashad do hip hop and the West Coast proud with this classic Cypher.\n\n\n\n\nTDE was featured on a cypher for the 2013 BET Hip-Hop Awards, during which Kendrick ripped a “sensitive rapper.” Sway has ScHoolboy Q call Kendrick so that he can speak a bit on his verse. \n\n (Watch the whole interview from the beginning to hear Q speak on their cypher).\n\nBeat used is the timeless, grimey street classic Shook Ones Part II by Mobb Deep. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]\nCypher\nTDE\nSchoolboy Q, what's hatnin'?\n[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]\nMost of these niggas shouldn't be next to us\nWe keep our distance from those, those acting like hoes\nXanny imposed, weed in my clothes, \ncubics is gold\nYour wig'll get told, put the realest niggas\nNiggas, product of cap-peelers, gangbangers, and dealers\nStreets keep watching—\"Oh, ayy...\" click, boom\nThe ghetto bird get shot down, straight to the top now\nThey want a third strike on my background\nBut nah, homie, put the mask on when I slide on 'em\nPut the cash in the safe, and here's a extra slug 'fore I shake\nYou smoke faster than me with a eighth\nOr better yet, a wet break on a plate\nBurning your faith, all your senses covered in tape\nFucking with them boys in blue\nChill out before I send them rags at you\nYou running to the cops saying, \"How we do?\"\nSaying, \"It's just rap, and them lines ain't true\"\nSo I just do Q, fuck it, a ménage à two\nOr maybe trois, baby girl need a papa, I be her da-da\nCoochie spanking, give praise to Allah\nGet blazed in my car, with \nOxymoron\n—Rock [Verse 2: Jay Rock]\nRock got it, Rock came from rock bottom\nSparked the flames, still remain as a top shotta\nI ain't no backpack rapper, I ain't no lyricist\nAnd if we ain't talking to you, mind your business, then\nCold with it, Black Hippy, yeah, we cold niggas\nAll the girlies love us, get a whiff of us, they bones quiver\nHeard some clowns throwing stones at us\nHolding boulders, champ\nOnce you hear that \"YAWK,\" watch the domes shatter\nIt's Top Dawg, we running rap\nWack rappers feline, reason why we don't run with cats\nNine-double O-five-nine, where my family at\nPull up in that family van, holding tools like the handyman\nAnd to be real, not with all this rapping, politicking\nRapper competition, wrapped up my position\n'Til I'm finished, 'til I make a couple tickets, then I'm outty\nOn them islands with my crimeys, chilling, hide your feelings\nNow, can I live?\nLook, I gotta keep my feet on top of the dirt\n'Cause everywhere I go, they like, \"When you dropping some work?\"\nBeen a threat since birth\nThe rap game's pallbearer when I'm dropping the hearse\nI ain't new to this, I'm true to this,\n \nindustry's nightmare\nRed strings in my Nike Airs, yeah, the white pair\nI'm Jay Rock, America's most wanted\nMy charges? Killing emcees without warning\nRock! [Verse 3: Ab-Soul]\nYeah, it's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny Biggie\nIn New York City with Puffy, puffing the sticky\nAll odds against me, still even the score\nProlly why I'm always OT, on tour\nTDE, believe me, we want war\nI don't even know what piece I like most no more\nTwo fingers, two triggers, what's the difference?\nWe all gon' die one day, and 'til then, I'm gettin' paid\nMy grandma watching, so I ain't gon' curse\nStill gifted like a Wale verse\nBackwood full of OG Bobby Johnson\nMedicine in my soda, tryna dodge the coffin, ah\nAnd these days are so bittersweet\nI guess it's just a balance, we battle naturally\nAnd y'all still tripping off of JAY-Z tweet\nI still got laps to run when me and JAY-Z meet—peep\nSoul Brother No. 2\nThe first one used to make beats for CL Smooth\nTop got the S550, but the CL smooth\nAnd rolling weed is the only time I see L's move\nSoul!\n[Verse 4: Isaiah Rashad]\nLook, ayy, I think I found my second home,\n \nsunny California\nAnd it's your lil' nigga\n\"Brother, you ain't meant for corners\"—it's what they told me\nSo I never looked back, I got a shell in the bag\nFat as elephant ass, so we flood in the path\nPassing propellers, I tell her, tell her, \"We flying, just listen\"\nSee, we diamond, just shining, and they gon' find us just glistening\nBrought sand to the beach, and we left with your bitches\nFor the record in Guinness, I'm a heckling menace\nWhere's Robin? I'm giving,\n fucking minding my business\nHe a regular victim of some regular women, huh\nRegular niggas, you always cater to sluts\nYou always wasting my time, you always faking the funk\nI put your motherfucking dreams in your face\nAnd keep looking for some women to be all in your face\nThat deep dussy, rich nigga, king dussy\nThat Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussy\nYou could never rap better than me\n'Cause you ain't dedicated, you ain't underrated\nYou ain't underlooked, you ain't overbooked, you just undercooked\nIt's supposed to be me and my niggas in the record book\nNow they got me out here by myself, still fresh as fuck [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]\nI hate y'all, I'd do anything to replace y'all\nShout-out to Face Mob\nA Geto Boy 'til I'm unemployed with a day job\nAnd kicking boxes\nI kick ass and then kick knowledge\nI'm way more polished than ninety-nine percent of the scholars you thought had graduated\nI'm the master that masturbated on your favorite emcee\nUntil the industry had wanted me assassinated\nYou either corny or an opportunist\nI let you eat, now go back to church and steal crackers at communion\nWhat are we doing? I'm 'bout to crack the da Vinci Code\nYeah, and nothing been the same since they dropped \"Control\"\nAnd tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes\nHaha, joke's on you\nHigh-five, {\n*smack!*\n},\n \nI'm bulletproof\nYour shots'll never penetrate\nPin a tail on the donkey, boy, you been a fake\nI got my thumb on hip-hop\nAnd my foot in the back of your ass\nAftermath get the last laugh\nI serve niggas like Master Geoffrey\n, jump on the curb\nTurn a shotty to a verb if you let me, you know I'm a killer\nI'm on your head, they know I'm a killer\nThe West Coast Cosa Nostra, under oath 'til it's over\nYou over-owe us\nSo what the fuck?\n I fuck you niggas up, I fuck you niggas up\nShe suck and fuck, I fuckin' duck you fuck-niggas like when I want\nYou go at us, you going fucking nuts, acting irrational\nPop you, then pop an Adderall, know the drill like a lateral, nigga\nI'm more Pappy Mason than Pastor Mason\nPacing back and forth, racing, my thoughts on them racing Daytons\nI spilled blood on my apron cooking this shit up\nI feel like some of y'all is hating\nQuite frankly, your bitch booty should thank me for grabbing it\nTurn these hoodrats to actresses, what a magic trick\nAccidents never happen when murder's involved\nImmaculate tactics, so follow me, if you need me, just call on me\nI say, \"Hold up, wait a minute\nYour career ain't shit unless you got some Kendrick in it\"\nYou pussies ain't shit, ain't no room is left on my dick\n'Less you look like Jordin Spark, make my mark on that clitoris, mwah\nHollywood's been good to me\nLil' hood nigga, used to pawn mom's jewelry\nFamily jewels big as fuck, and I got the balls to say it\nBalls-deep, balling out 'til Spalding need a replacement\nI'm outchea, the West in your mouth, chyeah\nInvest in the vest of Vietnam vets when you out near\nThe white court building, spilling its Merlot\nFillin' women, a Virgo pimped the industry\n'Member these Stacey Adams and fur-coats\nShook, you're scared to death\nYou're scared to look in the mirror when Kendrick is near you—\nKing Kendrick!" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Now That We Don’t Talk (Taylor’s Version) [From The Vault] with the following description: “Now That We Don’t Talk” explores the feelings that arise as a once-important relationship fades away, painting a picture of change and distance between two people who used to be close. In the verses, Swift talks about noticing changes in the other person’s life, while the chorus captures the struggle of accepting the end of a relationship. The song ends on a note of acceptance and a newfound sense of self, with Swift telling herself that no longer talking to her partner is how it has to be.\nAs of 1989 (Taylor’s Version)’s release, this is the shortest song on Taylor’s discography. Additionally, during an interview for Tumblr Music, Swift has said that the reason this song was left out of the 2014 version of 1989 was because they couldn’t get the production right at the time. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nYou went to a party\nI heard from everybody\nYou part the crowd like the Red Sea\nDon't even get me started\nDid you get anxious though\nOn the way home?\nI guess I'll never, ever know\nNow that we don't talk\n[Verse 2]\nYou grew your hair long\nYou got new icons\nAnd from the outside\nIt looks like you're tryin' lives on\nI miss the old ways\nYou didn't have to change\nBut I guess I don't have a say\nNow that we don't talk\n[Chorus]\nI call my mom, she said that it was for the best\nRemind myself, the morе I gave, you'd want me less\nI cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost\nAnd what it cost, now that we don't talk [Bridge]\nWhat do you tell your friends we\nShared dinners, long weekends with?\nTruth is, I can't pretend it's\nPlatonic, it's just ended, so\n[Chorus]\nI call my mom, she said to get it off my chest (Off my chest)\nRemind myself the way you faded 'til I left (Until I left)\nI cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost (Of what I lost)\nAnd what it cost, now that we don't talk\n[Outro]\nI don't have to pretend I like acid rock\nOr that I'd like to be on a mega yacht\nWith important men who think important thoughts\nGuess maybe I am better off now that we don't talk\nAnd the only way back to my dignity\nWas to turn into a shrouded mystery\nJust like I had been when you were chasing me\nGuess this is how it has to be now that we don't talk" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called ​i (Single Version) with the following description: “i” is the first single from Kendrick Lamar’s third studio album, To Pimp a Butterfly, although a different version appeared on the record. Kendrick received two Grammys for this version of the song at the 57th Grammy Awards for Best Rap Song and for Best Rap Performance.\nThe up-tempo track once again delves deep into Kendrick’s personal perspective on the world. While premiering the track on LA’s Power 106, Kendrick explained the song is about self expression, inspired by the lack of self love on the streets of Compton.\nThe track further explores subjects he already covered — and personally explained on Genius — in his song “Real” from good kid, m.A.A.d city:\n\n\n\n\nAlso, check out our breakdowns of the:\n\nAlbum Version\nSNL Version\nProduction\nCover Art\nLyric Video\nMusic Video\nMerchandise\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Produced by Rahki]​\n​\n[Intro]\nThis is a world premiere (This is a world premiere)\nThis is a world premiere\nI done been through a whole lot\nTrial, tribulation, but I know God\nSatan wanna put me in a bow tie\nPray that the holy water don't go dry, yeah, yeah\nAs I look around me\nSo many motherfuckers wanna down me\nBut an enemigo never drown me\nIn front of a dirty double-mirror, they found me\n[Chorus]\nAnd I love myself\n(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs), I love myself\n(But it can do what it want, whenever it want, I don't mind), I love myself\n(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide), I love my, self\n(One day at a time, sun gon' shine)\n[Verse 1]\nEverybody lookin' at you crazy (Crazy)\nWhat you gon' do? (What you gon' do?)\nLift up your head and keep moving (Keep moving)\nOr let the paranoia haunt you? (Haunt you)\nPeace to fashion police, I wear my heart\nOn my sleeve, let the runway start\nYou know the miserable do love company\nWhat do you want from me and my scars?\nEverybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence\nHow many times my potential was anonymous?\nHow many times the city making me promises?\nSo I promise this [Chorus]\nI love myself\n(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs), I love myself\n(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don't mind), I love myself\n(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide), I love my, self\n(One day at a time, sun gon' shine)\n[Verse 2]\nThey wanna say it's a war outside and a bomb in the street\nAnd a gun in the hood, and a mob of police\nAnd a rock on the corner, and a line for the fiend\nAnd a bottle full of lean, and a model on the scene, yup\nThese days of frustration keep y'all on tuck and rotation\nI duck these cold faces, post up \"fi-fie-fo-fum\" basis\nDreams of reality's peace (Ayy, ayy)\nBlow steam in the face of the beast\nThe sky could fall down, the wind could cry now\nThe strong in me, I still smile\n[Chorus]\nI love myself\n(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs), I love myself\n(But it can do what it want, whenever it want, I don't mind), I love myself\n(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide), I love my, self\n(One day at a time, sun gon' shine) [Bridge]\nWalk my bare feet (Walk my bare feet)\nDown, down, valley deep (Down, down valley deep, I love myself)\nFi-fie-fo-fum (Fi-fie-fo-fum, I love myself)\nMy heart undone (My heart undone, I love myself)\n[Refrain]\nThe world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs (I love myself)\nBut it can do what it want, whenever it want, I don't mind (I love myself)\nHe said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide (I love my, self)\nOne day at a time, sun gon' shine\n (Hold up)\n[Verse 3]\nI went to war last night\nWith an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic\nI'ma do it 'til I get it right\nI went to war last night\nI've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent\nDuckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message\nI could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave\nFrom a negative and letting them annihilate me\nAnd it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed\nFinna run into a building, lay my body in the street\nKeep my money in the ceiling, let my mama know I'm free\nGive my story to the children and a lesson they can read\nAnd the glory to the feeling of the holy unseen\nSeen enough, make a motherfucker scream, \"I love myself\" [Outro]\nI lost my head\nI must've misread what the good book said\nOh, woes keep me, \nit's a jungle inside\nGive myself again 'til the well runs dry\n (I)\n[Car Horns]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called She Drives Me Wild with the following description: Teddy Riley said in an interview that many of the songs on Michael’s Dangerous album. This particular song was inspired by the actress Salli Richardson who Teddy was in the company of during the making of the Dangerous album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nShe's got the look, she's so fine\nAnd you know damn well the girl will be mine\nShe's got the breaks, she's the scene\nAnd you know damn well she gives it to me\nUh-huh!\nBlack jeans and a turtleneck sweater\nI know the girl is fakin' 'cause\nI've seen her look better\nShe's composition, she's statistical fact\nGot it ready for the willing\nGot it kicking in the back\nShe's got the look\n[Chorus]\nShe's got the look\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nShe's driving me wild\nShe's got the look\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nShe's driving me wild\n[Verse 2]\nCome to the place, shocktacy\nAnd you know damn well you know what I mean\nHot in the face\n, one to three\nLike a pleasure trip like you've never seen\nUh-huh!\nSatin lace and a paisley cut top\nThe girl is wasting over\n'Cause she knows she looks hot\nShe's got position, she's got just what it takes\nGot a mojo in her pocket\nGot it ready just in case [Chorus]\nShe's got the look\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nShe's driving me wild\nShe's got the look\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nShe's driving me wild\n[Rap: \nAqil Davidson and \nMichael\n]\nPlease, no, keep back, I can't take it\nYou're drivin' me wild\nI might not make it\nUh-huh!\nYou got me lookin' like buckwheat, oh\nHair pulled every which way but me\nUh-huh!\nFar from Medusa, but your looks are deadly\nYou're walkin' soft, still, I hear the medley\nUh-huh!\nUh, shiver my timberland boots, cramped my style\nShe drives me wild\n[Chorus]\nShe's got the look\nShe's got the look\nShe's got the look\nShe's got the look [Outro]\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nShe's got the look\nShe's driving me wild\nShe's got the look\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nAnd she's driving me wild\nShe's got the look\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nShe's driving me wild\nShe's got the look\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nShe's driving me wild\nShe's got the look\nShe's got the look\nShe's got the look\nShe's got the look\nShe's driving me wild\nShe's got the look\nOught to know better\nShe's got the look\nAnd she's driving me wild" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called ​good kid with the following description: This song kicks off good kid, m.A.A.d city’s back half, depicting the immediate aftermath of K.Dot getting jumped by two guys in hoodies at the end of the previous track, “Poetic Justice.” This sets off the album’s theme of realization, ultimately steeling Kendrick’s resolve to get out of the hood.\nObviously, that’s easier said than done, as Kendrick delves into the negative effects of gang-culture and being racially profiled by police, who prove to be no help; K.Dot’s trials in the first two verses are reminiscent of Tre’s in the 1991 film Boyz n the Hood, who was harassed by gangsters for being a good kid and police officers for being black. Kendrick notes that while he did not affiliate with either gang, he was wrongly assumed to be involved in Compton gang culture by both sides and the police alike.\nThis is one half of the album’s title tracks, followed by “m.A.A.d city,” which continues this song’s narrative.\nAlso, “good kid” is notable for its absence of profanity. It is one of the only tracks on good kid, m.A.A.d. city with this designation (with the exception of Real and Now or Never on the deluxe edition of the album). Kendrick’s deliberate avoidance of profanity in this song subtly further drives home the story of a good kid who is simply guilty by association. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMass hallucination, baby\nIll education, baby\nWant to reconnect with your elations?\nThis is your station, baby\n[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]\nLook inside these walls and you see I'm havin' withdrawals\nOf a prisoner on his way\nTrapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray\nTrack attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away\nI should ask a choir: \"What do you require\nTo sing a song that acquire me to have faith?\"\nAs the record spin I should pray\nFor the record, I recognize that I'm easily prey\nI got ate alive yesterday\nI got animosity buildin', it's prob'ly big as a buildin'\nMe jumpin' off of the roof is me just playin' it safe\nBut what am I 'posed to do when the topic is red or blue\nAnd you understand that I ain't\nBut know I'm accustomed to just a couple that look for trouble\nAnd live in the street with rank\nNo better picture to paint than me walkin' from Bible study\nAnd called his homies because he had said he noticed my face\nFrom a function that tooken place, they was wonderin' if I bang\nStep on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks\nI don't mind 'cause one day you'll respect\nThe good kid, m.A.A.d city [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMass hallucination, baby\nIll education, baby\nWant to reconnect with your elations?\nThis is your station, baby\n[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]\nAll I see is strobe lights, blindin' me in my hindsight\nFindin' me by myself, promise me you can help\nIn all honesty I got time to be copacetic until\nYou had finally made decision to hold me against my will\nIt was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still\nI can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on the bill\nEvery time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to kill\nAll my innocence while ignorin' my purpose to persevere\nAs a better person; I know you heard this and probably in fear\nBut what am I 'posed to do when the blinkin' of red and blue\nFlash from the top of your roof \nand your dog has to say woof\nAnd you ask: \"Lift up your shirt,\" because you wonder if a tattoo\nOf affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through\nGang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile\nI heard 'em chatter: \"He's prob'ly young, but I know that he's down\nStep on his neck as hard as your bullet-proof vest\nHe don't mind, he know we'll never respect\nThe good kid, m.A.A.d. city.\" [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMass hallucination, baby\nIll education, baby\nWant to reconnect with your elations?\nThis is your station, baby\n[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]\nAll I see in this room: 20's, Xannies and these 'shrooms\nGrown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane\nSociety? It's entirely stressful upon my brain\nYou hired me as a victim,\n I quietly hope for change\nWhen violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain\nThe silence in this room with 20's, Xannies and 'shrooms\nSome grown-up candy, I lost it, I feel it's nothin' to lose\nThe streets sure to release the worst side of my best\nDon't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city\n[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMass hallucination, baby\nIll education, baby\nWant to reconnect with your elations?\nThis is your station, baby" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called You Don’t Stop* with the following description: “You Don’t Stop” is the unofficial name of a song Imagine Dragons played at the Provo Rooftop Concert Series and at the Vegas Music Summit back in 2011. It was a change from the band’s usual concert intro, “Blood,” from around this time.\nThere are only two known performances of the song, which preceded their 2010 single “I Don’t Mind”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nYou don't stop, you run\nYou  don't stop, you run\nYou  don't stop\nYou don't stop, you run\nYou don't stop, you run\nYou  don't stop\nYou  don't stop, you run\nYou don't stop, you run\nYou  don't stop\nYou don't stop, you run\nYou don't stop, you run\nYou don't stop\n[Outro]\nOh,  oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh-oh-oh" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Forever Young with the following description: “Forever Young” would be One Direction’s winner single had the group won The X Factor UK series 7. It is a cover of Alphaville’s song.As they finished on third place, the boys didn’t have the chance to perform this song live on the program but they performed it on subsequent shows. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Liam & \nHarry\n]\nLet's dance in style, let's dance for a while\nHeaven can wait, we're only watching the skies\nHoping for the best but expecting the worst\nAre you gonna drop the bomb or not?\nLet us die young or let us live forever\nWe don't have the power but we never say never\nSitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip\nThe music's for the sad man\n[Chorus: All]\nForever young\nI wanna be forever young\nDo you really wanna live forever\nForever, forever young?\n[Verse 2: Niall & \nHarry\n]\nSome are like water, some are like the heat\nSome are a melody and some are the beat\nBut sooner or later they all will be gone\nWhy don't they stay young?\nIt's hard to get old without a cause\nI don't want to perish like a fading horse\nYouth is like diamonds in the sun\nAnd diamonds are forever [Chorus: All]\nForever young\nI wanna be forever young\nDo you really wanna live forever\nForever or never?\nForever young\nI wanna be forever young, forever\nDo you really wanna live forever\nForever or never?\n[Bridge: Liam]\nSo many adventures couldn't happen today\nSo many songs we forgot to play\nSo many dreams are swinging out of the blue\nWe let them come true\n[Chorus: Harry & \nAll\n]\nForever young\nI wanna be forever young\nDo you really want to live forever\nForever, or never?\nForever young\nI wanna be forever young\nDo you really wanna live forever\nForever or never?\nForever young\nI wanna be forever young, forever\nDo you really wanna live forever\nForever or never?\nForever young\nI wanna be forever young\nDo you really wanna live forever\nForever, forever young?" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called I Know the Future with the following description: One of the countless songs recorded for Tha Carter III but didn’t make the final cut. It was produced by Timbaland\nFeatures Mack Maine. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]\nStraight from the bottom of the cut\nI give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me\nOne man with no weapon at war, but I'm an army\nMy flow is captain: attention, lieutenant\nYour penny pension and they demolished that invention\nYou better get your dollars up, and guess what, I was up\nI get my cheese like Mickey Mouse, or else you better Donald Duck\nLike a shootin' range target, I get all kinda bucks\nBe my shootin' range target, nigga I got good luck\nNigga bye bye good luck, got your momma shook up\nLil bad ass nigga, who thought Popeye wasn't tough\nI'm on that la la, twist it up, I'm on that syrup, slow it down\nAnd I like four freaks too, and I ain't Yung Joc but its goin' down\nI buy a marijuana field, then I just mow it down\nBig bad wolf, yes, I just blow it down\nNo homo and to Hollygrove, I will hold it down\nLike a circle of knives, I got the sharpest flow around\n[Hook: Lil Wayne]\nFuture (I know)\nFuture (I know)\nFuture (I know)\nFuture (I know)\nFuture\nI know they can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self [Verse 2: Mack Maine]\nBitch I'm Mack Maine\nI got the heart of a king, blood of a slave\nFeel like I been there before, my second time to the grave\nBut it's one life to live, that's why I'm gettin' paid\nOff a flow that's priceless, I just got it appraised\nSpit like I need a raise, blaze as I gaze\nAt the stars and ask the Lord, why the culprit's at the pulpit\nIt make me sick to my stomach, that's why I rap\nLike a pregnant woman, I don't spit I vomit\nSo pay homage, me and Wayne two G's\nLike twenty hundreds and we keep the semis blunted\nAnd we live like brothers from another\nSo fuck with him and Mack gonna react like you did me somethin'\nThat's a hint to you Davids, throwin' shots at Goliath\nThis the New Testament, where the victor is the giant\nSo you should get your weight and lose the hate\nRemember males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female's trait\n[Hook]" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called 6 Rings with the following description: “6 Rings” is a collab between Lil Pump and Danny Wolf, their first collab came from Flex Like Ouu and Never Stop. this song was previewed for the first time on 2020 September 25\nScottie Pippen won 6 NBA championship rings alongside Michael Jordan and the 1990’s Chicago Bulls.\n\nIt’s interesting to note that this song’s concept is eerily similar to that of Pump’s 2017 breakout “D Rose,” in that both songs’ choruses repeatedly name drop an NBA legend.\n\n\nRose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose\nRose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose\nRose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose\nRose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose\n\n\n\nOn both tracks, Pump compares his jewelry collection to that of the player’s. For Pippen, it’s rings; for Rose, it’s expensive watches.\nHundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m feelin' like D. Rose\n\nExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nOoh\nBitch, yeah\nOoh, uh, yeah, brr\nDanny, I see you\nLil Pump\n[Chorus]\nSix rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah\nSix rings on like Pippen, I'ma go dive right in it (Ooh, brr)\nSix rings on like Pippen (Yeah), six rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah (Ooh)\nSix rings on like Pippen, Audemars Piguet stay hittin' (Yeah, ooh)\nSix rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen (Yeah, yeah, brr)\nSix rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen (Yeah, yeah-yeah)\nSix rings on like Pippen (Huh?), smokin' on jit, that's midget (Yeah, hoo)\nSix rings on like Pippen (Hoo), six rings on likе Pippen, bitch (Let's go)\n[Verse]\nSix rings on like Pippеn\nMama whip meth in the kitchen (Yeah, whip)\nBitch, where the fuck is you sittin'?\nCome here, suck this dick end (Mhm, yeah)\nBust it down for a McChicken\nBackyard full of dead fishes (Woo, uh)\nShut the fuck up right now (Shh)\nI ain't give you no permission (No way)\nBitch, I'm on bay drive, throwin' up gang signs (Yeah, yeah)\nI'm pourin' up eight lines, my mama on FaceTime (Mama)\nI'm fuckin' your baby moms and your sister at the same time (For real)\nMy grandma, she did time for slangin' that big iron (Yeah-yeah)\nBitch, you better brush your teeth before you come suck this dick (Mhm-hmm)\nPussy too lose, I told that bitch to se-sew that shit (Se-sew it)\nDagger dick, hit it from the back, uh-uh, huh-uh, it can't fit (No way, uh)\nEmo nigga, paint my nails, then slit my wrist (Uh-huh, uh) [Chorus]\nSix rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah\nSix rings on like Pippen, I'ma go dive right in it (Ooh, brr)\nSix rings on like Pippen (Yeah), six rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah (Ooh)\nSix rings on like Pippen, Audemars Piguet stay hittin' (Yeah, ooh)\nSix rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen (Yeah, yeah, brr)\nSix rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen (Yeah, yeah-yeah)\nSix rings on like Pippen (Huh?), smokin' on jit, that's midget (Yeah, hoo)\nSix rings on like Pippen (Hoo), six rings on like Pippen, bitch (Let's go)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Dear Diary with the following description: “Dear Diary” is a song recorded by Britney Spears for her second studio album, Oops!…I Did It Again. This track marks Spears' songwriting debut. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus]\nDear diary\nToday I saw a boy\nAnd I wondered if he noticed me\nHe took my breath away\n[Verse 1]\nDear diary\nI can't get him off my mind\nAnd it scares me 'cause I've never felt this way\nNo one in this world\nKnows me better than you do\nSo diary, I'll confide in you\n[Chorus]\nDear diary\nToday I saw that boy\nAs he walked by, I thought he smiled at me\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I wondered\nDoes he know what's in my heart?\nI tried to smile, but I could hardly breathe\nShould I tell him how I feel\nOr would that scare him away?\nDiary, tell me what to do\nPlease tell me what to say [Chorus]\nDear diary\nOne touch of his hand\nNow I can't wait to see that boy again\nHe smiled\nAnd I thought my heart could fly\nDiary, do you think that we'll be more than friends?\nI've got a feeling we'll be so much more than friends" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Hiding My Heart with the following description: This song (sung originally by Brandi Carlile) is a cover Adele made for “21”, even though it is not in the standard version of the album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nThis is how the story went\nI met someone by accident\nWho blew me away, blew me away\nAnd It was in the darkest of my days\nWhen you took my sorrow and you took my pain\nAnd buried them away, buried them away\n[Chorus]\nI wish I could lay down beside you when the day is done\nAnd wake up to your face against the morning sun\nBut like everything I've ever known, you'll disappear one day\nSo I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away\n[Verse 2]\nDropped you off at the train station\nPut a kiss on top of your head\nWatched you wave and watched you wave\nThen I went on home to my skyscrapers\nAnd neon lights and waiting papers\nThat I call home, I call that home\n[Chorus]\nI wish I could lay down beside you when the day is done\nAnd wake up to your face against the morning sun\nBut like everything I've ever known, you'll disappear one day\nSo I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away [Verse 3]\nWoke up feeling heavyhearted\nI'm going back to where I started\nThe morning rain, the morning rain\nAnd though I wish that you were here\nOn that same old road that brought me here\nIt's calling me home, it's calling me home\n[Chorus]\nI wish I could lay down beside you when the day is done\nAnd wake up to your face against the morning sun\nBut like everything I've ever known, you'll disappear one day\nSo I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away\nI can spend my whole life hiding my heart away" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Fantasy 2 with the following description: “Fantasy 2” is an R&B take on Ludacris‘ September 2000 classic, “What’s Your Fantasy?” Its title stems from the original, with this being part 2, and Lucaris also interpolates his own lyrics from the classic.\n“Fantasy 2” marks the sixth collaboration between Chris and Luda, following May 2013’s “Mad Fo” and “Dancin' Dirty.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Chris Brown]\nIt's your fantasy (Yeah)\nAnd you got, you got me\nWantin' to do it\nI'm 'bout to prove it\nBaby, I wanna know can you love me?\nYou know I'd do anythin', girl\nI don't wanna waste your time\nI'll put my heart on the line for you\n[Verse 1: Chris Brown]\nIt's the middle of the night\nWe in the middle of life, baby\nSo let your hair down, nobody's around\nWe're makin' love, just listen\nGirl, right now, I feel you\nCan you hold me closer, baby?\nThis shit right here\nIf your looks could kill\nBaby, go crazy, I'm gon' control it\n[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nI love the way you throw it, I love the way you throw it\nI love the way you make love, I love when you jump up on it\nI love the way you throw it, I love the way you throw it\nBring that ass right here, bring that ass right here\nBaby, you're so amazin', call me crazy\nI'll give it all up for you, what you wanna do?\nGirl, it's a dream but you're not asleep\nTonight we're makin' history 'cause it's your... [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nIt's your fantasy (Yeah)\nAnd you got, you got me\nWantin' to do it\nI'm 'bout to prove it\nBaby, I wanna know can you love me?\nYou know I'd do anythin', girl\nI don't wanna waste your time\nI'll put my heart on the line for you\n[Verse 2: Chris Brown]\nGirl, I know you wanna play (Stay with me)\nI can tell, I can tell by the way you move your waist (Stay with, stay with me)\nOh, girl, I can't wait, I can't wait\nWe 'bout to sweat off your make-up\nI'ma take my time\nSo baby, you don't have to worry\nI got you for life, oh, baby\n[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]\nI love the way you throw it (Yeah), I love the way you throw it (Yeah)\nI love the way you make love, I love when you jump up on it\nI love the way you throw it (Throw it), I love the way you throw it (Throw it)\nBring that ass right here (Yeah), bring that ass right here\nBaby, you're so amazin', call me crazy\nI'll give it all up for you, what you wanna do?\nGirl, it's a dream but you're not asleep\nTonight we're makin' history 'cause it's your... [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nIt's your fantasy (Yeah)\nAnd you got, you got me\nWantin' to do it\nI'm 'bout to prove it\nBaby, I wanna know can you love me?\nYou know I'd do anythin', girl\nI don't wanna waste your time\nI'll put my heart on the line for you\n[Verse 3: Ludacris]\nLet me tell you what I wanna do\nI wanna lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes\nAnd have you beggin' all night for mercy (Yeah)\nLookin' like a tall glass full of water in a hundred degrees\nYou got a nigga so thirsty (Ah)\nLet me taste that, let me chase that\nLay back, way back, like Diddy, baby, take that\nGet you wetter than the Great Lakes\nTake a vacay to a place where your booty, you can shake that (Woo!)\nAin't a race\nHenny gettin' all the stress in your mind knowin' you my one and only (Only)\nTake off everythin', but your boots\nSaddle up, ride it like a pony (Pony)\nGirl, you, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave\nBut I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what’s your fan-ta-ta-sy?\nLuda! [Chorus: Chris Brown]\nIt's your fantasy (Yeah)\nAnd you got, you got me\nWantin' to do it\nI'm 'bout to prove it\nBaby, I wanna know can you love me?\nYou know I'd do anythin', girl\nI don't wanna waste your time\nI'll put my heart on the line for you" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Daytona with the following description: This track was first previewed by Lil Uzi Vert on April 20, 2020 with a snippet posted to Twitter.\nThe track’s title is unconfirmed and it is currently unclear if the track will appear on any of Uzi’s upcoming projects. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Refrain]\nHa-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha\nThis is not Siberian, these Saudi sweats, yeah, yeah (Saudi sweats)\nTwenty-seven gang, bitch, I hope I'm blessed, yeah, yeah (Twenty-seven gang, hope I'm blessed)\nPull up on a stain, I made twenty checks, ayy, ayy (Gang, gang, gang)\n[Verse 1]\nAlright, alright, alright (Alright), I got some opps outside (Outside)\nI get that guap outside (Outside), I got some thots outside (Said, thots)\nMy \nmink\n came with a fox (A fox), my whip came with a box (A box)\nMy F.N. got the lock (The lock), squeeze off that shit, stay to—\n[Chorus]\nI got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nEmblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat\n (Yeah)\nI could make you dance, R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap (Yeah, yeah)\nI got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack (Let's go)\n[Verse 2]\nBitch, I just did it real big (Let's go)\nPull up with a chopper, not a Sig (Yeah)\nMy boy just did a hit (Let's go)\nHad to send that boy right off the grid (Huh?)\nOkay, whip it up, right off the grid (Ayy)\nTold that bitch, \"Come on, give me that head\" (Ayy)\nI do not want that pussy instead (Ayy)\nChop that loaf, I just want all the bread (Ayy)\nPop that perc' like that bitch was impaired (Huh?)\nGot that ice on my neck, need a sled (What?)\nGot a whole lotta mo'fuckin' 'Wock (Wow)\nI'ma pour it like Whole Lotta Red\n (Yeah)\nOkay, Lil Uzi countin' the dead (Let's go)\nToo much money, can't count up the rest (Let's go)\nLike three hundred all on my neck (Woo)\nAnd a nigga not countin' his wrist (His wrist)\nNigga, I say what I want (I want)\nBitch, I'm takin' a risk (Ha-ha-ha)\nTakin' that acid, see Ricky and Morty\nThat poor girl had asked if my rims got them Forgi's (Ayy)\nDon't fuck with old niggas, they is too corny (Ha-ha-ha)\nMe and you probably got two different .40's (Ayy)\nMine is a Glock, yours is a Barrette (Ha-ha-ha)\nClip on mine probably is clear (Woah)\nAll of my checks gonna clear (Ayy)\nI'ma take off in a jet (Ayy)\nShe tryna have \nsex\n in the clear (Ayy)\nShe keep gettin' my shirt wet (Ayy)\n\"How you get that guap, Lil Uzi, like that?\", I just take my time\nPrayin' to that Ben Franklin, money damn my slime\nBitch I'm rich, Thug voice, can't go broke, \nQuan voice\n (Slime)\nBitch I'm rich, Thug voice (Slatt), can't go broke, \nQuan voice\n (Slime)\nSip some syrup, high voice, pockets stuffed, thyroids\nLambo \nbull\n, no horse, do the hit and hide the corpse [Chorus]\nI got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back\nEmblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat\nI could make you dance, R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap\nI got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack\nI got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back (Let's go)\nEmblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat\nI could make you dance, R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap\nI got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack\n[Refrain]\nHa-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha)\nThis is not Siberian, these Saudi sweats, yeah, yeah\nTwenty-seven gang, bitch, I hope I'm blessed, yeah, yeah (I hope I'm blessed)\nPull up on a stain, I made twenty checks, ayy, ayy (Pull up on a stain)\n[Verse 3]\nNiggas ain't the same, ain't no goin' back, ayy, ayy (Going back)\nShe made me a deep thinker 'cause that girl got like twenty necks (Huh?)\nMy niggas, they made it from the struggle, yes, struggle, yes (Yeah, y-yeah)\nMy niggas was in the jail cell, now they layin' on a jet (Jet)\nMy niggas go where I go, that's a fact, that's a fact (That's a fact)\nMy niggas, they throwin' waters, they was just out throwin' TEC's (Yeah, brrt)\nMy niggas was servin' water and that fent' (Fentanyl), and that fent' (And that fentanyl)\nI got niggas in Atlanta that was locked up in that set (Oh my God)\nOctopus, Ursula diamonds on my neck, I'm like, shit (Um, yeah)\nEvery time I pull up on your bitch, I gotta lay my waste (What?) [Chorus]\nI got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nEmblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat (Emblem on my pants and I-)\nI could make you dance (I could make you-), R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap (Yeah, yeah)\nI got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack (Yeah)\n[Bridge]\nPhew, alright\nOpps outside (Outside)\nOutside, outside (Woo)\nSaid, thots\nA fox\nA box\nThe lock\nBaow, pow\nMy block\n(On my block) My block\n(Still on my block) My block\n(I'm on my block) My block\n(On my block) My block\n(On my block) My block\n(On my block) My block\n[Chorus]\nI got too much guap, now watch me match mine back, match mine back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nEmblem on my pants, and I still got Garcia on my hat\n (Yeah, yeah)\nI could make you dance, R.I.Ps, they bustin' out my strap (Yeah, yeah)\nI got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack (Blaow)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Someday with the following description: The third #1 single from Mariah Carey’s self-titled debut album, released December 13, 1990. Produced by Ric Wake, it spent 2 weeks at the top of the Billboard Hot 100. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nYou were so blind to let me go\nYou had it all but did not know\nNo one you'll find will ever be\nCloser to all your dreams than me\nBelieving the grass would be greener\nYou told yourself \"I just don't need her now\"\nBut I know you'll soon discover\nYou're never satisfied with any other\n[Chorus]\nSomeday, ooh someday\nThe one you gave away will be the only one you're wishing for\nSomeday hey, hey\nBoy, you're going to pay 'cause, baby, I'm the one who's keeping score\n[Verse 2]\nYou'll change your mind and call my name\nAs soon as you find they're all the same\nAnd when you find yourself alone\nDon't come back crying, you shoulda have known\nBelieve me, I'm not pretending\nIt's not hard to predict this ending now\nBecause I know you'll soon discover\nYou're needing me in spite of all the others [Chorus]\nSomeday, ooh someday\nThe one you gave away will be the only one you're wishing for\nSomeday hey, hey\nBoy, you're going to pay 'cause baby I'm the one who's keeping score\nSomeday, ooh someday\nThe one you gave away will be the only one you're wishing for\nSomeday hey, hey\nBoy, you're going to pay 'cause baby I'm the one who's keeping score\n[Bridge]\nMaybe now you just can't conceive\nThat there'll ever come a time when you're cold and lonely\nBaby, how could you ever believe\nThat another could replace me, the one and only?\nBut when your down in your time in need\nAnd you're thinking how you might be coming back to own me\nJust think again because I won't need your love anymore\n[Chorus]\nSomeday\nSomeday, ooh someday\nThe one you gave away will be the only one you're wishing for\nSomeday, someday\nSomeday hey, hey\nBoy, you're going to pay 'cause baby I'm the one who's keeping score\nSomeday, ooh someday\nThe one you gave away will be the only one you're wishing for\nSomeday hey, hey\nBoy, you're going to pay 'cause baby I'm the one who's keeping score\nSomeday, someday\nSomeday, ooh someday\nThe one you gave away will be the only one you're wishing for\nSomeday hey, hey\nBoy, you're going to pay 'cause baby I'm the one who's keeping score" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Bow Chicka Wow Wow (Remix) with the following description: “Bow Chicka Wow Wow” was the third single released from Mike Posner’s album, 31 Minutes to Takeoff. The version of the song featuring Lil Wayne was not included on the album, but was released as a standalone track.\nThe music video for the remix was released on February 24th, 2011. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Mike Posner]\nOnce I throw on this, once I throw on this\nIt's over, girl\nOnce I throw on this, once I throw on this\nIt's over, girl\n[Verse 1: Mike Posner]\nI hear you knock, knock, knock, baby, come on up\nI hope you got, got, got something in your cup\n'Cause I'm three shots deep and I ain't tryna sleep\nGet your Redbull on 'cause I'm ready\n[Pre-Chorus: Mike Posner]\nYou've been playin' hard to get with me all night\nAnd we both know exactly what you want, right?\nDon't tell me what you won't do, tell me what you gon' do\nWhat you gon' do?\n[Chorus: Mike Posner]\nOnce I throw on this bow-chicka-wow-wow\nWhatchu gonna say?\nYou act like you gon' leave, but I know that you gon' stay\nBreak it down, dicky-down-down\nGirl, don't even play\nOnce I set the mood right, I'ma make it sound like [Post-Chorus: Mike Posner]\nI'ma make it sound like\n[Verse 2: Mike Posner]\nAre you tryna make me wait, wait, wait 'til the second date?\nBut I can't, can't, can't even contemplate\nWaiting one more minute, let me jump in it\nI bought you flowers and a teddy\n[Pre-Chorus: Mike Posner]\nYou've been playin' hard-to-get with me all night\nAnd we both know exactly what you want, right?\nDon't tell me what you won't do, tell me what you gon' do\nWhatchu gon' do?\n[Chorus: Mike Posner]\nOnce I throw on this bow-chicka-wow-wow\nWhatchu gonna say?\nYou act like you gon' leave, but I know that you gon' stay\nBreak it down, dicky-down-down\nGirl, don't even play\nOnce I set the mood right, I'ma make it sound like\n[Post-Chorus: Mike Posner]\nYeah, I can make it sound like [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]\nUh, I got a leather couch, and a black mic\nAnd we all alone, what it sound like?\nThe night was dead, we found life\nI know I talk shit, but it sound right (Ha)\nYou say you can't, but that's unfair\nGotta give something, somethings gotta give\nI bet you love it, I win the bet\nNow we layin' up, ha, cigarettes\n[Bridge: Mike Posner]\nNow, I ain't even gotta say shit\nTo make you feel alright, girl, you know you like that\n(Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, whoa, whoa)\n(Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, whoa, whoa, oh)\nSay, I ain't even gotta say shit\nTo make you feel alright, girl, you know you like that\n(Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, whoa, whoa)\n(Oh, whoa, whoa, oh)\n[Chorus: Mike Posner]\nOnce I throw on this bow-chicka-wow-wow\nWhatchu gonna say?\nYou act like you gon' leave, but I know that you gon' stay\nBreak it down, dicky-down-down\nGirl, don't even play\nOnce I set the mood right, I'ma make it sound like [Post-Chorus: Mike Posner]\nYeah, I'ma, yeah, I'ma make it\n[Outro: Mike Posner]\nOnce I throw on this, once I throw on this\nIt's over, girl\nOnce I throw on this, once I throw on this\nIt's over, girl\nOnce I throw on this, once I throw on this\nIt's over, girl" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called BP / No Judgement with the following description: “BP” includes name drops of luxury brands including Balenciaga, Gucci, Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo and CHANEL. The track’s title refers to Chris' own street clothing brand, Black Pyramid which he founded in November 2012.\nIn “No Judgement,” Chris reassures his girl that he won’t judge her for her actions. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Part I: BP]\n[Intro]\n(\nDY Krazy\n)\n[Chorus]\nBalenciaga, got it for you\nSomewhere in the sky, got a clear view\nEverything Supreme that we do (Oh)\nEverything is Gucci that you do (Oh)\nSo everything Supreme and BP\nEverything Supreme and BP, oh\nOh-oh-oh, BP\n[Verse 1]\nSunshine bright, chillin' in the Summer (In the Summer)\nSpeedboat out in the land down under (Down under)\nWe gon' ride through the rain, through the thunder (Yeah)\nYou see what it is with them ladies, no wonder\nGo put it all on the table 'cause you know I'm, I'ma lick it when we lay up\nI know you ready and capable, so why don't we try?\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGirl, just admit you got that glow\nWalkin', modelin' for me, back and forth (Huh)\nWanna show you off, I'm tellin' everyone I know\nYeah, that's my baby and I know that my bitch cold\nSorry, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful\nIn these designer clothes [Chorus]\nBalenciaga, got it for you (Oh-oh)\nSomewhere in the sky, got a clear view (Oh, yeah-yeah)\nEverything Supreme, that we do (Oh-woah)\nEverything is Gucci that you do (Oh)\nSo everything Supreme and BP (Yeah-yeah)\nEverything Supreme and BP, oh (Yeah, yeah-yeah)\nOh, oh, oh, BP\n[Verse 2]\nGirl, you woo me in them Jimmy Choos\nLet me be specific, you like them Christian Loubs\nLet me check you, Bottega, your whole value\nI don't want no one else around you\nBut all my suits, CC my tailor\nGet your hair, your nails, your feet, and makeup\nYou in my dreams, I see you when I wake up\nBaby, I don't have to fake it, know you the flyest\nI can't deny it\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGirl, just admit you got that glow (You got that glow)\nWalkin', modelin' for me, back and forth (Huh, oh)\nWanna show you off, I'm tellin' everyone I know\nYeah, that's my baby and I know that my bitch cold\nSorry, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nIn these designer clothes [Chorus]\nBalenciaga, got it for you (Oh-oh)\nSomewhere in the sky, got a clear view (Somewhere, somewhere, ooh, got it)\nEverything Supreme, that we do (Oh)\nEverything is Gucci that you do (Oh)\nSo everything Supreme and BP (BP)\nEverything Supreme and BP, oh (Yeah-yeah-yeah)\nOh, oh, oh (No, no, no)\nOh, oh (Huh) yeah, yeah, yeah, BP\n[Part II: No Judgement]\n[Chorus]\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (Ooh)\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (Ooh)\nI'm tryna share with you, slide, yeah-yeah\nPass it to the right, you decide, yeah-yeah (Ooh)\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (Ooh)\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (Ooh)\nI'm tryna share with you, slide, yeah-yeah\nPass it to the right, you decide, yeah-yeah\n[Verse 1]\nYou can't be trippin' all the time when we not together\n'Cause baby, you be on mind when we not together, ayy-ayy\nBaby, tell me if the vibe is right (Right)\nYou know that I can cosign tonight, ayy\nFirst place spendin' it on you (On you)\nThrow that ass up (Ass up), alley-oop (Alley-oop)\nI'm undefeated with that pussy, cannot lose (Huh, lose)\nJust spin around on me like a hula hoop (Hula hoop), yeah-yeah [Pre-Chorus]\nJump into the vibe, don't be actin' insecure\nI'm tryna get it soon as you hit the door\nInterception with the pass, to the house, I'm tryna score\nYou the cheerleader, pom-poms to the floor, I\n[Chorus]\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (Ooh)\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (Ooh)\nI'm tryna share with you, slide, yeah-yeah (Yeah)\nPass it to the right, you decide, yeah-yeah (Ooh)\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (Ooh)\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (Ooh)\nI'm tryna share with you, slide, yeah-yeah\nPass it to the right, you decide, yeah-yeah\n[Verse 2]\nHop on my rodeo, no, baby don't need no saddle\nYou know I'm up, so giddy up, and you know we don't give a fuck\nNo matter where we go, we can own the city, run for mayor\nEasy, Breezy, baby, this a lay up, lay up\nIt ain't really wrong if you love somebody (Somebody)\nEven though you love somebody else ('Body else)\nCan you really love somebody? (Somebody)\nThinkin' I should be in love with my fuckin' self (Woo)\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJump into the vibe, don't be actin' insecure\nI'm tryna get it soon as you hit the door\nInterception with the pass, to the house, I'm tryna score (Yeah, oh, yeah)\nYou the cheerleader, pom-poms to the floor, I (Oh, yeah)\n[Chorus]\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (I'm tryna to share with you)\nI'm tryna share with you, slide, yeah-yeah (Oh)\nPass it to the right, you decide, yeah-yeah\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (I won't)\nI won't judge you for what you do tonight (I won't)\nI'm tryna share with you, slide, yeah-yeah (Share, girl, slide)\nPass it to the right, you decide, yeah-yeah (Yeah, yeah)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Want to Want Me with the following description: Released on March 9th, 2015, “Want to Want Me” is the first single from Derülo’s fourth studio album, Everything is 4.\nThe song peaked in the top forty in eight different countries, reaching #6 in the US — Derülo’s sixth consecutive top forty hit and sixth overall top ten. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro]\nDerulo\n[Verse 1]\nIt's too hard to sleep\nI got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me\nAnd I can't take it no more, it's a hundred degrees\nI got one foot out the door, where are my keys? 'Cause I gotta leave, yeah\nIn the back of the cab (ooh)\nI tipped the driver 'head of time, get me there fast (Ooh)\nI got your body on my mind, I want it bad (Ooh)\nOoh, just the thought of you gets me so high, so high\n[Chorus]\nGirl, you're the one I want to want me\nAnd if you want me, girl, you got me\nThere's nothing I, no, I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do)\nJust to get up next to you\nGirl, you're the one I want to want me\nAnd if you want me, girl, you got me\nThere's nothing I, no, I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do)\nJust to get up next to you\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nJust to get up next to you\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nAw yeah [Verse 2]\nYou open the door (Ooh)\nWearing nothing but a smile down to the floor\n (Ooh)\nAnd you whisper in my ear, \"Baby, I'm yours\"\n (Ooh)\nOoh, just the thought of you gets me so high (So high)\n, \nso high\n[Chorus]\nGirl, you're the one I want to want me\nAnd if you want me, girl, you got me\nThere's nothing I, no, I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do)\nJust to get up next to you\nGirl, you're the one I want to want me (Uh)\nAnd if you want me, girl, you got me\nThere's nothing I, no, I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do)\nJust to get up next to you\n (Yeah)\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nJust to get up next to you\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)\n[Bridge]\nJust the thought of you\nGets me so high, so high\nOoh, just the thought of you\nGets me so high, so high\n[Chorus]\nGirl, you're the one I want to want me (I want, want you)\nAnd if you want me, girl, you got me (You got me)\nThere's nothing I, no, I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do) (I wouldn't do)\nJust to get up next to you (Whoa, oh)\nGirl, you're the one I want to want me\nAnd if you want me, girl, you got me (You want, want, want me) (You got me)\nThere's nothing I, no, I wouldn't do (Oh no, I wouldn't do)\nJust to get up next to you\n (Oh)\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nI would do anything, just to get up next to you\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nAnything and everything, just to get up next to you\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nBaby, just to get up next to you\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nOh, get up, get up" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Attention (Female Perspective) with the following description: In this cover of Charlie Puth’s “Attention”, Andie Case rewrites the lyrics to tell the woman’s perspective of Puth’s song. Here, Case makes her cover not a role reversal of the original, but a complement to Puth’s tale, making it clear that neither party is innocent in their breakup. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Verse 1]\nI been runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round\nThrowin' that dirt all on your name\n'Cause I knew that ya needed an excuse to call me up\nI been goin' 'round, goin' 'round, goin' 'round\nEv'ry party in LA\n'Cause I knew that ya, knew that ya, knew that you'd be at one\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nWearin' that dress is karma to make you regret\nI got you thinkin' back when you were mine\nOoh, uh\nAnd now you're all up on me, like I expect\nBut I'm not comin' home with you tonight\n[Chorus]\nI just want attention\nI don't want your heart\nI bet that you just hate the thought of me with someone new\nOh, I just want attention\nSince you broke my heart\nI'm just makin' sure you're never gettin' over me too\nOoh, oh\n[Verse 2]\nI been runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round\nThrowin' that dirt all on your name\n'Cause I knew that ya, knew ya couldn't help callin' me up, eh\nBaby, now that we're, now that we're, now that we're right here\nStanding face to face\nI already know, 'ready know, 'ready know that I've won [Pre-Chorus 2]\nOh, you know this dress is karma\nDon't you regret back when you decided you were mine?\nOh, oh, I got you all up on me\nAnd don't forget, I'm not comin' home with you tonight\n[Chorus]\nI just want attention\nI don't want your heart\nI bet that you just hate the thought of me with someone new\nOh, I just want attention\nSince you broke my heart\nI'm just makin' sure you're never gettin' over me too\nOoh, oh\n[Bridge]\nLook what I'm doin' to ya\nLook what I'm doin', oh\nLook what I'm doin' to ya\nLook what I'm doin', oh\nLook what I'm doin' to ya\nLook what I'm doin', oh\nLook what I'm doin' to ya\nLook what I'm doin', oh\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nYou know this dress is karma\nDon't you regret back when you decided you were mine?\nI got you all up on me\nDon't you forget, I'm not comin' home with you tonight [Chorus]\nI just want attention\nI don't want your heart\nI bet that you just hate the thought of me with someone new\nOh, I just want attention\nSince you broke my heart\nI'm just makin' sure you're never gettin' over me too\nOoh, oh\n[Outro]\nLook what I'm doin' to ya\nLook what I'm doin', oh (oh)\nLook what I'm doin' to ya\nLook what I'm doin', oh (I just want, I just want attention)\nLook what I'm doin' to ya\nLook what I'm doin', oh (oh)\nLook what I'm doin' to ya\nLook what I'm doin', oh (I just want, I just want attention)" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called What It Feels Like with the following description: “What It Feels Like” was first teased by Judas And The Black Messiah’s official Twitter account on February 9, 2020, with a video of the song playing over clips from the film. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\n[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]\nLook, the only reason I survive 'cause a nigga is special, first\nYou get successful, then it get stressful, thirst\nNiggas gon' test you, see what your texture's worth\nDiamonds and pipes, one of 'em pressure bursts\nStreet nigga, still I get checks, in spurts\nI'm for peace, but before I get pressed, I murk\nBetter days pray for but expectin' worse\nAt this level, bullshit, I'm just less concernеd\nCruisin' in the 6, lookin' at the proceeds of rap music on my wrist\nDrop another mixtapе, my shit boomin' out this bitch\nYoung Malcolm, I'm the leader of the movement out this bitch, look\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like)\nReach a level, make you question, \"Is it real life?\"\nAll the weed good, all the pussy real tight\nAnd the only rule, keep your dollar bills right\n[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like) [Verse 2: JAY-Z]\nScorpion bricks, way before Aubrey's double disc\n.40 on my lap, clap, sound like 40 did the mix\nFiltered bass, sift coke like a Michelin star chef\nChef kiss to my wrist, I go dummy with my left\nIRS on my dick try to audit all my checks, too late\nYou know they hate when you become more than they expect\nYou let them crackers storm your Capitol, put they feet up on your desk\nAnd yet you talkin' tough to me, I lost all my little respect\nI'm sellin' weed in the open, bringin' folks home from the feds\nI know that payback's gon' be mean, I'm savin' all my little bread\nPray for me, y'all, one day I'ma have to pay for these thoughts\nReal niggas is extinct, it ain't safe for me, my dawg\nThey killin' niggas in they own hoods, that make sense to you at all?\nYou burnt your bridge to the other side, you know you can't swim across\nY'all know niggas can't swim, they fried Mike after he died\nY'all know niggas can't win, you never land, all jokes aside\nI arrived on the day Fred Hampton got mur—, hol' up\nAssassinated, just to clarify further\nWhat y'all gave birth is the chairman mixed with Jeff Fort\nBig stepper on that jet with my legs crossed (Uh, uh)\nBlack stones on my neck, y'all can't kill Christ (Uh)\nBlack messiah is what I feel like (Woo)\nShit ain't gonna stop 'cause y'all spilled blood\nWe gon' turn up even more since y'all kill cuz' [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\n[Outro: Nipsey Hussle]\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like, \nas it fuckin' should\n)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like, \nfeels so fuckin' good\n)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like, \nfeels so fuckin' good\n)\nAnd this is what it feels like (Feels like, feels like)\nWhat it feels like" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called Party 101 with the following description: Goes on about how to party, hence the the title having “101.” And we get an underrated feature from Travis ScottExpand 1Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: Travis Scott (Oktane)]\nParty 101 (Yeah), party 101\nDon't you bring that gun\nParty 101, party 101\n(It sounds exactly how it looks, look)\nParty 101 (alright, okay, okay, okay)\n[Verse 1: Oktane]\nOkay, I'm cruising down the 101, I'm headed to the valley\nTemperature out, 101, a hot ass day in Cali\nHit-Boy hit me up and said, \"playboy let’s throw a party\"\nI hit up the squad and I said, \"let’s get it started\"\nHad Caz call the chef, have her cook up while it’s zoomin'\nI’mma send that group text, Willie get it boomin'\nCouple girls called mad, said they coming by theyself\nMad at me, cause they done got invited by somebody else\nGotta get that function orchestrated, just called in that liquor\nOn a truck, for your system, to get wasted with your sister\nY’all ain't sisters, stop playin', I'm lifted, I'm just sayin'\nAll them niggas know that it's models\nSo they ain't gettin' in without bottles, zoom\n[Hook]\nThis is how you throw a party (party, party)\nThis is how you\nThis is how you, this\nThis is how you throw a party\nThis is how, how you throw a party\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nZoom [Verse 2: Price]\nI wake up wired, thank the sire then pick my attire\nRoll up some fire, send a flyer only to the fires (Pull up)\n(You) Help me clear out all these couches\n(You) Go and warn all the neighbors\nGet the strap so they know we 'bout it\n(You) Go and warn all the haters\nTell them \"don't try tonight\"\nCause we tryna keep the environment right (Don’t you do it)\nShe want me to come upstairs and beat it up\nIt just might be a riot tonight (I might do it)\nCause baby came with her bestie\nOff Molly, they wanna molest me\nAnother pack just texted me\nPlus my ex tryna impress me, damn\nAnd the party packing fast\nI’m giving out daps and dabs\nCats dropping cuts from the nineties\nThrashed, in the cut where you can find me\nGirl Scout in my ashtray\nAll the pretty bitches shake it\nTight jeans, high waisted\nGot the room saying\n[Hook]\nThis is how you throw a party (party, party)\nThis is how you\nThis is how you, this\nThis is how you throw a party\nThis is how, how you throw a party\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nZoom [Verse 3: Travis Scott]\nParty 101, don't you bring that gun less you 'bout to do somethin'\nDamn I'm way too drunk, just have a little fun\nI'ma make her cum, I'ma rum-bum-bum-bum\nOn her tummy-tum-tum, gimme some, yeah\nI need more drugs, need more funds\nYeah step up in this bitch make 'em run, make 'em run\nOnly trill ones, I'm the only one\n[Refrain]\nParty 101, party 101\nParty 101, party 101\nParty 101, party 101\nParty 101, party 101\nParty 101, party 101\nParty 101, party 101\nParty 101, party 101\nParty 101, party 101\n[Hook]\nThis is how you throw a party (party, party)\nThis is how you\nThis is how you, this\nThis is how you throw a party (straight up)\nThis is how, how you throw a party\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nSo give me some damn room and turn up the volume\nZoom [Outro]\nThrow a party, party, party, party\nThrow a party, party, party, party\nThrow a party, playboy let's throw a party\nThrow a party, playboy let's throw a party (straight up)\nFrom all in the H Town, on the way down\nThis is how you throw a party\nWho tryna party? Throwing molly, going naughty\nWho tryna party? Spilling liquor on her body\nMy kind of party\nMy kind of party" } ]

[ { "from": "human", "value": "Write me a song called POWER (Remix) with the following description: Featuring a slightly altered hook, some fresh new lyrics, and, most prominently, a feature from his big brother, Kanye remixes the first single from his own acclaimed MBDTF album as the advent of his G.O.O.D. Fridays series. The remix reiterates the themes of empowerment and general not-caring-what-you-think-ness from the original song.\nThere is an unexpected beat switch to “The Power” by SNAP! before Kanye delivers a long and “fiery” closing verse. There have been some long Kanye verses in the past (also see this line for reference).\n Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Intro: JAY-Z]\nIs this thing on?\nOh, I thought they silenced us, Ye\nPower to the people\n[Verse 1: JAY-Z]\nWe livin' in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit\nThe penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private\nNew watches (You know what time it is), watch us (You see us)\nThey can't stop us, the prophets, biatches!\n[Chorus: Kanye West, \nJAY-Z\n & \nKobe\n]\nNo one man should have all that power (\nYeah\n)\nThe clock's tickin', I just count the hours (\nYeah\n)\nStop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power\nNo one man should have all that power\n[Verse 2: JAY-Z]\nRumble, young man, rumble\nLife is a trip, so sometimes, you gon' stumble\nYou gotta go through pain in order to become you\nBut once the world numbs you, you'll feel like it's only one you\nMan, you got the power to do anything you want to\nUntil you ask yourself, \"Is this what this all comes to?\"\nLooking at life through sunglasses and a sunroof\nBut do you have the power to get out from up under you?\nFuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you\nThey tryna Axl Rose you, \nwelcome to the jungle\nTo be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit\nIn search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift\nTell her this! [Chorus: Kanye West, \nJohn Legend\n & \nKobe\n]\nNo one man should have all that power\nYea-ey-yea-ey-yeah-ey!\nOh oh\n (And they say) \nyeah-ey\n (And they say)\nOh oh\n (And they say) \nyeah-ey\n (And they say)\nOh oh\n (And they say) \nyeah-ey\n (And they say)\nNo one man should have all that power\n[Bridge: Kanye West]\nNow when I walk in, everybody do the \"Power\" clap\nClap, clap, clap\nFresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap\nClap, clap, clap\nI seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap\nClap, clap, clap\nMy socket was out the plug, now it’s time to get the power back\nClap, clap\n[Verse 3: Kanye West]\nI seen people abuse power, use power\nMisuse and then lose power\nPower to the people at last, it’s a new hour\nNow we all ain't gon' be American Idols\nBut you could 'least grab a camera, shoot a viral\nHanh! Take the power in your own hands\nI’m a grown man, doing my grown dance\nI don’t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch\nI’m on my Van Gogh, I don’t hear shit [Chorus: Kanye West & \nJohn Legend\n]\nNo one man should have all that power\nThe clock's tickin', I just count the hours\nStop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power\n'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours \n(Ey-yeah!)\nOh oh\n (And they say) \nyeah-ey\n (And they say)\nOh oh\n (And they say) \nyeah-ey\n (And they say)\nOh oh\n (And they say) \nyeah-ey\n (And they say)\nAy, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay\n (The power)\n[Verse 4: Kanye West]\nNow everything I'm rhyming on cause a Ramadan\nBeen a don, praying for the families lost in the storm\nBring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran\nSo the next couple bars, I'ma drop 'em in Islam\nThey say \"As-salamu alaykum\", say \"Wa alaikum as-salaam\"\nThat's no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom\nNow the question is, how we gon' stop the next Vietnam\nKeep Flex out of Korea, 'cause you know he drop bombs\n[Break: Swizz Beatz]\nShowtime!\nAyo Yeezy, man, stop playing with these people, man\nThey want see you act all crazy in this motherfucker, man\nTake that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man\nYou know what I’m talking about? \n(I got the power!) [Verse 5: Kanye West & \nSwizz Beatz\n]\nWhat do it mean to be the boss? (\nOh!\n)\nIt mean second place is the first one who lost (\nOh!\n)\nThe crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross (\nOh!\n)\nTruth or fiction,\n it’s a hell of a cost\nDo the dishes!\n (\nBounce!\n)\nI’m about to hit that Jeff Gordon (\nAyy!\n)\nMichael Jordan, the only one more important (\nAyy!\n)\nBut I be feeling like Jordan when I’m recording (\nC-c-c\n)\n'Cause every time I record, I dunk and slap the boards\nI don’t know what these rappers gonna do afterwards (\nOh!\n)\nProl'ly spaz like I might do at the awards (\nRight!\n)\nHuh, I got the whole crowd going crazy (\nAyy!\n)\nHomie, I should be rewarded (\nWoo!\n)\nGettin' money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh? (\nWoo!\n)\nEating Wheaties, drinkin' Fiji, being greedy, huh (\nC-c-c\n)\nDon’t even think you can allude to the rumors (\nC'mon!\n)\nI’m immune to the boos, I’ma prove to you losers (\nHuh?\n)\nIt’s all in timing, nigga (\nGet 'em!\n)\nSee, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga (\nGet 'em!\n)\nNow Jay my big brother\n and Bey my lil' sister (\nGet 'em!\n)\nAnd excuse me, but, you can’t see my lil' sister (\nHands in the air!\n)\nNumber one sound across the board, hey (\nOh!\n)\nNumber one now and forevermore, hey (\nOh!\n)\nNumber one rule is, \"Niggas, don’t hate\"\nMaybe I’ll drop the album... nah, y’all gotta wait (\nOh!\n)\nAnd on the net, they showing pictures of my Cali place\nMy Maybach in NY but it still got the Cali plates\nAll my old girls know that I’m the one that got away (\nWoo!\n)\nI think about 'em Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway\n (\nAyy!\n)\nAnd keep my bulletproof-hater coat on\nChill, Ye, Ye, chill! Chill, chill, chill!\nLooking at some photos that I’m looking crazy dope on (\nYah!\n)\nHand up, talking shit, yeah, I get my Pope on\nAnd go home with something to poke on (\nWoo!\n)\nThat’s what Dre said, but this what 'Ye said (\nRight!\n)\nHow 'Ye doing? Who 'Ye screwin'? (\nHuh?\n)\nThat’s for my dick to know, before you get to know him\nShe ain’t give you ass, that pussy fictional\nI gotta give her the eviction no-\n-tice, \"Get yo’ ass out, bitch, vamonos\" (\nOh!\n)\nFive seconds to the song end, we getting close\n (\nHah?\n)\nI got the power, motherfucker, if you didn’t know\n[Outro: Swizz Beatz]\nChill, chill, chill, man\nChill, 'Ye, chill, chill, chill\nShit's burned up already\nIt's over" } ]