Prompt: Life is so hectic and we barely have any free time. We need to make time for the important things in life, like hanging out and attending events with friends.

Response:
Find some time, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time
"Ride's over, we got some tickets to see s-"


Prompt: Imagine a song where the singer wants to reconnect with their love, but they live an hour apart. They describe their desire to visit their lover, engage in simple activities together, and even share their dreams of financial freedom. This song conveys the longing and complexity of the emotions experienced in a long-distance relationship.

Response:
Ayo
I wanna talk, I wanna call you and talk
I wanna walk to your front door and knock
After I start my vehicle
Drive to your city 'cause we live an hour apart
Land at your driveway and put it in park
Then do the third line of this verse
Then back to my house and we pack up our bikes
And we ride through the park, chase the sun
God, that's all I want, other than air
Oxygen and financial freedom, yeah
I want your company, I need your company
I want you to want from me
I can't maneuver without you next to me
It's so complex to me


Prompt: A person is suddenly surprised and starts questioning themselves while running towards a destination. They believe they're heading to heaven, and are determined to reach it.

Response:
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Uh
Runnin', runnin’, runnin', runnin'
Uh
Heaven, heaven (Ooh)
He’s coming


Prompt: A song about a person confidently and enthusiastically driving around their town, making their presence known and getting the attention of others with their actions and energy, emphasizing their determination and ambition to make a statement in their community.

Response:
Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one
Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one
Ridin' ’round town, they gon’ feel this one
Ridin', ridin’ 'round town, they gon' feel this one
Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes open (Oh-oh-oh)
Got my, got my, got my eyes open
Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes open (Oh-oh-oh)
Got my eyes open


Prompt: A song about a person feeling the energy and excitement of being in a popular and exciting place, with a focus on riding around town and making an impact on the people around them.

Response:
Oh, yeah (What?)
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
He's comin’
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
He's comin'
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Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one (They gon' feel this one)
Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one
Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel (They gon' feel this one)
Ridin', ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one, oh
(Got my eyes open)
I'm ridin', I'm ridin'
(Got my, got my, got my eyes open)
Oh, yeah
(Got my, got my eyes open)
I'm ridin', I'm ridin', yeah, I'm
(Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes)
Igor


Prompt: A song that incorporates the theme of continuously seeking answers or clarity while emphasizing the repetition and energy of the verses.

Response:
What?
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down
Dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow—
What?
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho (What?)
Yeah, ho
What? What? what?
Got my eyes open
Got my, got my, got my eyes open
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Got my eyes open
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what?
What? What?
What? What?
Got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my
What? What? What? What?


Prompt: A conversation between two people, where one person senses that the other has more to say, but is hesitant to share it. The lyrics are a request for the other person to express their hidden thoughts and feelings.

Response:
You don't have to hide
I can smell it in your eyes
That there's something more to say, baby
Them words
(Damn, run me back, yeah)


Prompt: Imagine a scenario where two people are struggling to express their emotions, and a place where they might seek clarity or resolution.

Response:
If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
Find the words to say
Find the words
In the garden
Shed
Go


Prompt: A song about the turbulent lives of five friends, each with their own struggles and quirks, who have a complicated history together and try to navigate their way through life.

Response:
Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone 'til November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer


Prompt: A singer is expressing their desire to reach out to someone who may not want to talk, even though they have a history of animosity. They imagine themselves in a challenging situation where they need help, and through that, they emphasize the importance of answering the phone and being there for each other.

Response:
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer
You claim to hate my fucking guts
But say I'm on a island in Thailand and I was wilding
And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts
Phone ain't got no service, this 3G is fucking worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be fucking nervous like me inside of a Church's
But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer


Prompt: Imagine a scene where a confident and bold individual is expressing their dissatisfaction with the quietness and lack of attention from others while using the mic, and they also mention not experiencing anxiety. This person is also referring to their rise to success despite the doubters and the presence of certain people by the seashore, as well as the luxury brands they wear. If confronted by the police, they present themselves as Igor, a mysterious character.

Response:
Turn my lights on
How the fuck you quiet with the mic on?
I don't get anxiety, you Sam Bowie-ass niggas
I just get my Mike on
Y'all said I wouldn't go nowhere, I took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the seashore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If the cops ask my name, bitch, I'm Igor


Prompt: You know how some people say the world is full of clowns and some days it's hard to believe in a higher power? Write a song about expressing this frustration and not being afraid to tear things down.

Response:
Yuh, ayo
Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, I ain't playin' around
Red nose, red nose, all you niggas is clowns
Niggas turning it up, well, shit, I'm tearing it down
Hard to believe in God when there ain't no mirrors around
What's up?


Prompt: Create a song that expresses the speaker's confidence and determination to succeed, while also warning others to stay away due to their dangerous nature.

Response:
Uh-huh, ayo
Uh-huh
Yeah, yo
Bitch
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Running 'til the rims fall
Had them niggas and the cops looking jigsaw
I done fucked around and turned into the big dog
Better get God, get caught? Bitch, I think not
Yeah, new suit, new boots, same nigga, like what?
Lukewarm-ass niggas always wanna talk
I'm hot, I'm heat to the core like Earth
Don't touch, don't go, niggas might get buck


Prompt: A song about confronting the haters and staying true to oneself, while acknowledging the challenges of believing in something higher when life seems unpredictable and chaotic.

Response:
Yo, yuh, ayo
Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, I ain't playin' around
Red nose, red nose, all you niggas is clowns
Niggas turning it up, well, shit, I'm tearing it down
Hard to believe in God when there ain't no mirrors around
What's up?


Prompt: A performer is trying to convey the importance of paying attention to their performance and addressing an audience that might not be paying enough attention.

Response:
I see the light
Now didn't I tell you motherfuckers
Um, I see the light
To pay attention and to keep your motherfucking eyes glued to the man that's in front of you?
I see the light
That's what the fuck I expect all y'all motherfuckers to do
I see the light


Prompt: Write a song about a vampire named Dracula, who is tired of people talking recklessly and plans to do something wild.

Response:
Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
Suck me first, I might get back at ya (I see the light)
Is that shit clear? Check the aperture
Hahahahaha, I can't laugh at ya (I see the light)
This the shit that make you nervous
'Bout to go buck wild, nigga, Steve Irwin (I see the light)
Sick of that 'Claren talk, I'm on my third one
Niggas talkin' reckless, I never heard 'em (I see the light)


Prompt: A survivor recounts a near-death experience and talks about their resilience and newfound perspective on life.

Response:
I see the light
I see the light
I see the light
(Buck, don't touch, though, my niggas might get buck, don't touch, though)
I see the light
(Buck, don't touch, though, my niggas might get buck, don't touch, though)
I see the light
That car crash couldn't take me (Woo, ha)
Green haired angels all around me (Uh)
No answer why, no tears to cry, bitch, I'm alive (I see the)
That wasn't my endpoint like v-neck
I ain't have nobody to cheat on, I cheat death
New album, no repeat, I reset
Everything I deliver special like G. Dep
Two of 'em, I total, Kima, Pam
Me and death, the universe played middle man
Quick nap, kick back like horse, eyes shut
Loud sound, no scratch
Motherfuckers really thought I died
Hoping they could take a spot
Nigga not knowing that I'm one of one
And they some Helen Keller-ass niggas
And I got my eyes open now I see the...


Prompt: A person is reflecting on their struggles and finding a sense of clarity through self-realization. They acknowledge their strength and resilience, as well as the challenges they face in letting go of past experiences or feelings.

Response:
Light
I see the light
You never wanna meet a motherfucker like me
I see the light (I said)
I see the light
I see the light
I don't know what's harder, letting go or just being okay with it


Prompt: A friendship that may have lost its footing, yet a longing to rekindle it persists. The characters are reminiscing and questioning the nature of their relationship, seeking a return to familiarity and a simple, warm acknowledgement. The line "long ago, long ago, long ago" serves as a reminder of the time that has passed since their last meeting, perhaps hinting at a sense of regret or reminiscence. The desire to re-establish their bond is evident through phrases like "shake your hand" and "say hi".

Response:
Are we still friends? Can we be friends?
Are we still friends? I've got to kno–
Know
If we can still see each other
Shake your hand, say hi
Long ago, long ago, long ago


Prompt: A person trying to convince themselves that they cannot stop someone or an action, but acknowledges that they must find a way to deal with the situation.

Response:
I can't stop you, I can't rock too
I've been back there and I can not die too
But I've got to know


Prompt: A conversation between two individuals trying to reconcile their friendship after a conflict or misunderstanding.

Response:
Are we still friends? Can we be friends?
Are we still friends? Can we be– (Can we be friends?)
Are we still friends? Can we be friends? (Yeah)
Are we still friends?
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Prompt: A song where the singer is repeatedly asking a friend if they are still on good terms with each other after a recent disagreement or change in their relationship.

Response:
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Are we still friends? Are we still friends?
Are we still friends? Are we still friends?
Are we still friends? (Friends, friends)
I said, are we still friends? (Friends, friends)
Are we still friends? (Friends, friends, friends, friends, friends)


Prompt: The lyrics describe a situation where someone is trying to give advice to a friend about not changing too drastically, maintaining contact, and being careful not to lose themselves or their power in life. They also imply that sometimes what seems negative or unlikable can actually become a positive part of life if embraced. The character may also be speaking metaphorically about a person trapped in a "matrix" or a cycle that they can't escape, but they suggest that if they face it head on, they might find it could be their favorite. The lyrics are a reflection on the importance of maintaining control over one's life and n

Response:
Don't get green skin (Green skin), keep contact (Keep contact)
Don't say, "Goodbye, smell you later" (Later)
Nah, I can't
I don't want to end this season on a bad episode, nigga, nah
Bouncing off things and you don't know how you fall
Your power is drained, so you cannot go through walls
You're caught in this matrix, don't know where you play it
You hate it, it could be your favorite if you make it your friend


Prompt: Write a song expressing the uncertainty and lingering feelings between two people who may have drifted apart.

Response:
(Friends)
Are we still friends? (This can't end)
Are we still friends? (I still wanna say hi)
Are we, are we, are we, are we still friends?
Oh woah
Can't say goodbye (Yeah, ah, ah)
Can't say goodbye, goodbye (Woo)


Prompt: The protagonist is trying to give directions to someone who is going on an adventure, while reminding them to call for help if they get lost.

Response:
No, no, no, no, no, no, listen, listen (Call me when you get lost, lost)
The driver gon' drop you off
Alright, it's warm (Call me when you get lost, lost)
The waterfall is crazy
I don't know, make somethin' up, tell him somethin'
Uh, come on
Still on the boat
Call me if you get lost


Prompt: A song about the narrator's love for a seemingly perfect person, who they believe was the pinnacle of creation. The lyrics explore the idea that the cosmos made a mistake in naming this individual.

Response:
You and I, we fell in love
I ain't read the signs, ain't know what it was
But God gotta know he might have peaked when he made you
The cosmos' only mistake is what they named you (What that mean?)


Prompt: A song about a person who is extremely sweet and kind, making others around them feel loved and appreciated. The lyrics should convey the admiration and affection the singer feels for this person, using words like "sweet" and "sweetest" to emphasize their admiration.

Response:
They should call you sugar, you're so sweet
Well, they should call you sugar, 'cause you're so sweet to me
Well, they should call you sugar, sugar, oh, you're so sweet
'Cause, baby, you're the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest thing I've known


Prompt: Write a song about the depth of your feelings for a loved one, even when they have left you feeling lost and alone, and express how your love for them is unconditional and strong as a diamond.

Response:
Baby, you're the sweetest thing
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Even if
You left me out here stranded, my feelings wouldn't change a bit (You know how I feel about you, are you ready?)
You know how I feel, baby
Infinite
The love I have for you, a diamond couldn't put a dent in it (Uh, go to the bridge thing, okay)


Prompt: The singer is expressing their feelings of love and admiration for their significant other, using metaphors and comparisons to emphasize the impact their partner has on their life. They describe the person as a source of strength, happiness, and something indescribable, comparing their smile to the light of the sun and their presence to the wind that supports their wings.

Response:
Darling, you're the wind under my wings
My heart beats triple time when I see you
Somethin' I can't control
If I compared you, the sun is a stand-in (Sun)
You got a smile that could light up a planet (Smile), yeah (Oh, oh)
And I just wanted you to know (They should call you sugar)


Prompt: A song where the singer is expressing their affection and admiration for someone, using the metaphor of "sweetness" to describe the person's pleasant and endearing qualities.

Response:
They should call you sugar, you're so sweet
Well, they should call you sugar (Why?), 'cause you're so sweet to me (Sugar)
Well, they should call you sugar (Sugar), you're so sweet (Oh, oh)
'Cause, baby, you're the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest thing I've known (Ooh, girl)


Prompt: Describe the person in a way that emphasizes their sweetness and their positive qualities in a playful, perhaps even flirtatious manner, using a sugar theme.

Response:
They should call you sugar, you're so sweet (Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar)
Well, they should call you sugar (Why?), 'cause you're so sweet to me
Well, they should call you sugar, you're so sweet (You're so sweet to me)
'Cause, baby, you're the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest (I know)
And you look so good (Yeah)
And you smell so good (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you taste so good (Yeah)
And you're so, so good (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You're the sweetest (Yeah)
Yeah, you are, ha-ha
Sweet like, like motherfuckin' brown sugar sweet potatoes (Are you ready?)
Or somethin'
Ha-ha


Prompt: I had the idea to test the water before fully immersing myself, but suddenly, I'm drowning and calling out for help.

Response:
The plan was to stick my toe in and
Check the temperature, but
Next thing I know, I'm
I'm drownin'
Appelle-moi si tu te perds


Prompt: A person is questioning the depth of their love for someone else, as they are unsure if the other person truly loves them. They wonder why they feel alone, despite thinking the other person wanted to dance together. The lyrics suggest that the person has enjoyed the other's affection in the past, but is now left feeling confused and uncertain.

Response:
What makes you think
I'm not in love?
How could you know
What's best for us?
Why am I here
Standing alone?
'Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance, yeah (Welcome to the disco)
You're so good to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it felt good to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah
You're so good to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it felt so good to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)


Prompt: What makes you think I'm not in love?

Response:
So, what makes you think (What makes you think)
I'm not in love? (I'm not in love?)
And how could you know (How could you know)
What's best for us, us, us? (What's best for us?)
Why am I here (Why am I here)
Standing alone? (Standing alone?)
Because I thought you wanted to dance with me


Prompt: A song about the challenges and mixed emotions of a complicated relationship where both partners are trying to figure things out while not leading the other on.

Response:
Honestly, it's all about the timing, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't mean to lead you on, because
Him and I got some things that we're trying
But my energy belongs to you
I want you so bad, but not too fast
It's not your fault, we can't pretend
Because we both in the wrong


Prompt: A song about a person who feels left out and confused by someone else's actions, wondering if they're truly in love and hoping for a dance together.

Response:
So what makes you think
I'm not in love? (Feels so good)
How could you know, know, know
What's best for us?
Why am I here
Standing alone?
'Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance, yeah (Run the track)
'Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance
'Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance
('Cause I thought you wanted to dance with me) I thought you wanted to dance
('Cause I thought you wanted to dance with me) I thought you wanted to dance
I thought you wanted to dance


Prompt: Imagine a person who is trying to express their longing and desire for someone they care about, hoping that they will recognize and appreciate their feelings, even if the timing is not perfect.

Response:
Maybe, maybe (For you)
What's the chance, though?
I wish that we had better timing
I'll save a dance just for you
So don't forget about me, ba-ba-ba-da
I'll save a dance just for you
I wish that we had better timing
I'll save a dance just for you (Only for you, only for you)
So don't forget about me (No), ba-ba-ba-da
I'll save a dance just for you


Prompt: A person is feeling the pressure of a limited amount of time to convince someone they love them.

Response:
Runnin' out of time, runnin' out of time, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of time to make you love me
Runnin' out of time, runnin' out of time
To make you love me


Prompt: Imagine a song about the overwhelming emotions that come from being in love or attracted to someone. This person's presence makes the singer's thoughts and feelings spin around in their head, as if they're on a carousel. The singer tries to use different tactics to make this person love them back, but these efforts seem to be getting them nowhere. They find solace, however, in being swept away by this person's charm, likening it to being caught in a strong current of water, and ultimately finding peace in giving themselves entirely to the relationship, even to the point of drowning.

Response:
Secrets
Oh, you spin my head around (Oh, you spin my head around)
I been lookin' for it (For it, for it)
I been runnin' out of spells
To make you love me
Secrets
Keep it up
To make you love me (Ah)
Wade in your water (Wade in your water)
Your waves wash over me
I drift to the deep end
Don't save, don't save, don't save
It's a low tide (I'll be fine)
I found peace in drownin'


Prompt: A person is struggling with running out of time to express their feelings for someone they care about, while also questioning if that person is living in a world of illusion and fake emotions. The lyrics should reflect the urgency, confusion, and frustration that comes from trying to connect with someone who might be hiding their true feelings.

Response:
Runnin' out of time, runnin out of time, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of time to make you love me
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Livin' in pretend
Keep it a buck fifty, fuck
Are you livin' in pretend?
Are you–


Prompt: A song about taking off the metaphorical mask, embracing authenticity, and acknowledging that Halloween is just a momentary escape from reality.

Response:
So
Take your mask off
I need her out the picture (Wade in your water)
Take your mask off (Yeah)
Stop lyin' for these niggas
Stop lyin' to yourself
I know the real you
Don't save, don't save, don't save
Halloween ain't for a minute, lose the costume
You need to chill, okay
Been runnin' from the targets and 'em back in the day
And now they working their all, another track out the DAW
Actin' a fool, actin' a ball, we packin' the park, yeah
But I'm still runnin'
Out of time


Prompt: Reflecting on the fleeting nature of time and the urgency to seize the moment.

Response:
Of time, of time
Runnin' outta
Of time
Still runnin' outta
Of time
Still runnin' outta time
Time
Yeah


Prompt: A young, talented, and rebellious rapper raps about his fame, relationships, and unique personality in a vulgar and eccentric style, using humor and sarcasm in his lyrics.

Response:
Poppa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (Fuck you)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaw
Swallow girl, it's just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah, they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge
(Hodgy, pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animal, Noah's arking, all from this rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?" (nigga?)
Get shit poppin' like Peter's pores during puberty
Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch


Prompt: Create a song that expresses disbelief and amusement at a friend's lack of interest in smoking and his perceived weakness, using humor and playful teasing.

Response: C'mon, my nigga! You don't even smoke, you weak as fuck, my nigga. You do not smoke, no tucks, my nigga. You're as weak as f- you’re butt my nigga. Oh, mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. Here come this weak-ass nigga, Samuel


Prompt: Create a song that encourages a person to keep having fun at a party, despite their lack of rhythm and dance skills, by asking someone to take a chance with them.

Response:
Uhm, I said, the party isn't over
We could still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we could still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me
Uhm, I said, the party isn't over
We could still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we could still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me


Prompt: Describe a scene where friends are gathering around a campfire, roasting marshmallows and making s'mores, while reminiscing about their experiences at the Camp Flog Gnaw festival.

Response:
Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Motherfuckers getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my Flog Gnaw badge is looking good
On this brand new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now, it's melting over my hand
Fuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
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We're making s'mores by the campfire
Camp Flog Gnaw, Golf Wang summer


Prompt: Imagine a scene where people gather around a fire, experiencing a subtle yet profound change in their lives, moving away from mindlessness and nurturing their own sense of sweetness by growing a collective heart.

Response:
Sat by the fire
To witness gentle, but radical
Transformation ceased to be mindless
Create our own sweetness
At last growing the heart


Prompt: A group of friends are at a party, and the music is playing loud. Someone notices that all the chocolate has been eaten and starts joking about who might have eaten it. The atmosphere is playful and upbeat, with no one wanting to leave the party just yet.

Response:
Yo bring the bass back in
Yeah, haha
Who ate all the fuckin' chocolate?
Oh that's Domo fat ass, haha
Yeah
I ain't trying to go home, really


Prompt: The narrator compares their significant other to a luxury sports car, highlighting the qualities they admire while mentioning some unique features and suggesting they have a lot in common.

Response:
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your headlights are off, I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame Impala
(It'll get dark outside soon)
And I'm sharing Slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow
You’re fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
(Where the street lights trail, Oooooooo)
Maybe, I don’t know, I think you’re chill
(Ride for)
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah


Prompt: A woman is being compared to a car in this song. The car is a Bimmer (a BMW), which is known for its luxury and performance. The singer is expressing their excitement about spending time with her and how she reminds them of their car. However, they also point out that she is young and has not experienced much in life, like a new car with low mileage. The singer is eager to get to know her better and share experiences with her.

Response:
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your headlights are off, I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash


Prompt: The lyrics describe a close relationship and shared experiences between two people, comparing their connection to a beloved car, a Bimmer.

Response:
Mmmm it’ll get dark outside, soon (My baby, ride for me)
Where the street lights trail (My baby, ride for me)
You ain’t gotta lie to kick it darling
It’s cool we’re moving slow
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer, smash
You remind me of my bimmer


Prompt: A group of friends are casually chatting, catching up on recent events and sharing some updates about their lives. They discuss the whereabouts of a mutual acquaintance, Salem, who has been involved with a new partner, Wolf or Darnell. The conversation takes a more informal tone as one of the friends offers to provide sherm (a slang term for PCP) and baked beans to the other.

Response:
Where you been, man?
Oh, I had a drop off to make real quick. Hey, have you seen Salem?
Oh she with that new dude, Wolf, or, Darnell, whatever his name is
Fuck that nigga, man. Hey you know where they went?
I seen 'em going down by the lake
What the fuck!
You good man? You need some sherm? I got some
I got a can of these baked beans too


Prompt: Describe the feelings experienced during a certain month, especially November, when you don't want to discuss it.

Response:
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, November...


Prompt: Create a song that contains a warning to listeners, stating that the content is fictional and not to be taken literally, while also addressing controversial figures and themes.

Response:
Random disclaimer!
Hey, don't do anything that I say in this song, okay?
It's fucking fiction
If anything happens, don't fucking blame me
White America, fuck Bill O'Reilly
Four, three, two, one


Prompt: A song that empowers the artist and their supporters to stand firm against negative expectations and judgments from others.

Response:
What the fuck I look like? Sayin' I'm sorry
To a bunch of fucking fags that can't potentially harm me?
I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
By the way, I got sixty fucking wolves that'll guard me
That skate hard, Thrash' black hoodies, try something
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a Glad bag
Fuck all your opinions, I'm tyin' 'em with a shoestring


Prompt: A rebellious anthem that embraces nonconformity and radicalism, with a catchy rhythm and chant-like lyrics.

Response:
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
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(Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Odd Future, Wolf Gang (Left, right, left, right, left, right)
We came together 'cause (Left, right, left, right)
We ain't have nobody else (Left, right, left, right)
Do you? (Left, right, left, right)
You just might be one of us (Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Are you? (Left, right)


Prompt: Write a song expressing rebellious feelings against authority figures and societal norms while also addressing personal struggles.

Response:
Fuck cops, I'm a fucking rockstar
Rebel and defiance makes my motherfucking cock hard
Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards
Fuck school, I'm a fuck up? Fuck Harvard
I ain't got no fucking money (Hey, mom)
I ain't got no motherfucking daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything


Prompt: A rebellious anthem for a disillusioned youth, expressing their frustration with the societal expectations and their desire to live authentically

Response:
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
(Left, right, left, right)
They want us to go to they schools and (Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Be fucking miserable at they fucking college, studying that bullshit (Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right)
Fuck that (Left, right)
Do what the fuck makes you happy (Left, right, left, right)
'Cause at the end (Left, right, left, right)
Who's there? You (Left, right, left, right)


Prompt: Discourage conformity and encourage individuality, emphasizing the importance of letting go of societal norms and expectations.

Response:
Fuck your traditions (and), fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion (and), fuck your decisions
(See) They're not mine, so you gotta let 'em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Fuck your traditions (and), fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion (and), fuck your decisions
(See) They're not mine, you gotta let 'em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Fuck your traditions (and), fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion (and), fuck your decisions
(See) They're not mine, so you gotta let 'em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Go
You gotta let 'em go, let 'em go
You gotta let 'em—
Go
You gotta let 'em go, let 'em go
You gotta let 'em— (You gotta)
Go


Prompt: A nostalgic reminiscence of simpler times, including memories of counting sheep and spending time with a close friend named Sadie Hannah, along with recollections of early struggles, financial concerns, and the arrival of adulthood, leading to the current state of success and confidence.

Response:
Ayo
Let's take it back to them days
Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah's floor
Carpet was my baby mama
80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured
Rent-A-Center calling everyday
Nobody home, they're knocking on the door
Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt!)
In toys I only dreamed that I could afford
Now I roll through Okaga


Prompt: Write a song about a unique and enjoyable road trip, focusing on the sunny weather, driving to California, and wearing cool goggles.

Response:
I ride to California (Yeah)
These frog oval goggles
I'm leanin' out the window
OJ shinin' on me (Oh, ooh)
Simp sun shinin' on me (ayy, yeah)
Slick circles float roll
Out this world
Yeah, yeah


Prompt: A fun, catchy, and imaginative song about embracing self-confidence and personal growth, using fantastical and whimsical imagery.

Response:
These frog oval goggles
I'm leanin' out the window
OJ shinin' on me (Oh, ooh)
Simp sun shinin' on me
Slick circles roll float
Out this world
Yeah, yeah
Run it, run it, run it, yeah
(Ohh, ohh!)
I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I grow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I—
(Let's go!)


Prompt: The first song in a mixtape is written by a rapper known as Flower Boy T. It is about his rise from humble beginnings to a successful life, symbolized by becoming a tree. The song highlights his determination and focus, providing for his family. The color green represents wealth and prosperity, as well as his affinity for nature. The lyrics reference giving life, both figuratively and literally, through his music and his business ventures, while also having a secret in the trunk.

Response:
Flower boy T, nigga, that's me
Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree
Took a lil' while, nigga makin' leaves
Keep it in my branches so my family can eat
Favorite color green, energy is skrong
Giving niggas life, birdies and the beez
Droppin' them seeds, not what you want
You don't know what I keep in the trunk


Prompt: A song about overcoming obstacles and gaining confidence, focusing on the theme of running towards one's goals.

Response:
Ahh, ahh
Ahh
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it
Run it
Run it


Prompt: A lyricist wants to create a rap song that showcases their confidence, unique style, and a darker, more aggressive side. They imagine a scenario where the rapper is approaching a rival group, with the line "addicts arise when I arrive" setting the tone for the rest of the song. The lyrics should include exaggerated and vivid imagery that emphasizes the rapper's power and influence.

Response:
Uh, addicts arise when I arrive
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side
Bitch, reach for the door, get your access denied
I'm not an asshole, I just don't give a fuck a lot
The only time I do is when a bitch is screaming "Tyler, stop!"
The big bad wolf; to me, you're just a minor fox
Red Riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock
We the niggas you scared of like bad dentists
Flow is anthemic, dirty like it's plants in it
Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis
To have a bitch ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit
Your whole gang'll be diminished, bunch got the Brady's in it
Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
Fuck rap, I'll be a landlord so I can rape the tenant's daughter
Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it
Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carri—


Prompt: In a song, a group of friends uses their bond and loyalty as a source of strength against those who doubt their intentions and maturity.

Response:
Odd Future
Wolf Gang
They are them
We are us
Kill them all (Do it with me)
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Say it loud!
Like you mean it!
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang


Prompt: A jaded lover expresses their disappointment in a toxic relationship and their doubts about the existence of God, all while questioning their own actions and seeking a way to escape the chaos.

Response:
My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr


Prompt: A song that playfully describes the various members and affiliations of a group called "Wolf Gang" and "Golf Wang," and how they've become more serious over time. The lyrics mention a situation where a "pregnant clown" is involved, with a humorous twist.

Response:
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them
It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank


Prompt: The song is a statement of loyalty and power within the music community, calling for support and solidarity in the face of adversity and competition. The lyrics are bold and in-your-face, highlighting the importance of unity and strength in numbers. The song also conveys the idea that the artist and their crew are not to be underestimated and are not afraid to call out those who oppose them.

Response:
Free Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch


Prompt: A group of musicians is tired of being labeled and boxed in by the public, and they want people to appreciate their music without preconceived notions. They use strong language to express their frustration and urge fans to listen to their songs with an open mind.

Response:
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang


Prompt: Imagine a song where a person is expressing their feelings of attraction and desire to be more than just friends with someone they're really into, using catchy, repetitive phrases and comparing their feelings to the sparkle and excitement of fireworks.

Response:
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
You've been on my mind (How ya feel?)
I'm losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends
Fireworks, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter (How ya feel?)
You're the one that I needed in my life (How ya feel?)
You're the one that I needed in my life


Prompt: A song about self-confidence and finding someone who brings happiness and positivity into their life.

Response:
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one 'cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y'all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain't give no fuck
They ain't build me up so I block 'em like Lego
Feelin' glitter, feelin' good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, it's all up on that hip
I'll use it on myself on the day you dip
Got that 4, 5, 7, track 8 for me
Baby doll, I hope you agree
Because you light my
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Fireworks, I feel like glitter (I don't even know what that means)
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
(How ya feel?) You're the one that I needed in my life
(How ya feel?) You're the one that I needed in my life
'Cause I love having you around (I love)
'Cause I love having you around


Prompt: Write a song about a complicated relationship with a person who seems perfect but isn't, highlighting the struggle of wanting simplicity but being trapped in a confusing situation.

Response:
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I can't lie
We ain't gon' work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Pale skin see-through, must be a window
'Cause you ain't an L, could be a DJ
When I see you, my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that's what I want but I can't
That's who you are but I ain't (How ya feel?)
We can track 10 skiptrace, I'm caught in your quicksand, wait
Please don't save me


Prompt: In a conversation with someone, they're asking how the other person is feeling. The repeated question could potentially be symbolizing a communication breakdown or struggle in understanding the other person's emotions. The mention of "Scum Fuck Flower Boy" might be a reference to an album or a character in a story. The last line could either mean that the message was never received, or it's a sarcastic response to the repeated question.

Response:
Ooooh
(Please don't save me, yeah)
How ya feel?
(Rose tinted cheeks)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
We didn't get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection
Fuck


Prompt: A rap artist is excited to share their new music on Golf Radio and enjoys the sample used, while expressing their disinterest in people who try to talk to them.

Response:
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio!
(God I love this sample)
We're going to dance
And exercise
And have some fun
I ain't got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain't got time


Prompt: The protagonist in this song is reflecting on their success and unexpected journey in life, while also dealing with haters and people who underestimate them. The protagonist is also reminiscing about past experiences and memories associated with their personal growth and development. The use of Kleenex, River Phoenix, and throwing watches and clocks serve as metaphors for the emotional and symbolic aspects of the song.

Response:
Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First, happy birthday!
You bitch-ass nigga, yup, I'm thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me
I ain't fuck with your bitch-ass in the first place
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I ain't got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain't got time


Prompt: Write a song reflecting on the influence of a historical figure like Nat Turner, expressing pride in one's style and achievements, while also acknowledging the limitations faced by those who look up to them due to stereotypes and barriers.

Response:
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
'Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But you're a house nigga, so you don't know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
'Cause you already know how slow my shit grow


Prompt: The song is about a confident and unique individual who is superior to other people, who tries to discourage the 'little niggas' and 'clones,' while describing their distinctive features and interacting with a sweet person.

Response:
Listen, man, I'm that boy
All you little niggas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Tick, tock
Bitch
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Cause I ain't got ti-
Sugar
Oh!
You're so sweet
Fuck?
They should call you sugar
'Cause you're so s-
Hello?


Prompt: A rapper describes a memorable experience where he surprises his mother with a luxurious car and an extravagant, unexpected event.

Response:
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn't— (Hold up)
"Oh, my God, I never seen nothin' like this"
Haha, that's what my mom was sayin'
She, she was cryin' and shit
It was, she was just like, "This shit is beautiful"
It was a beautiful moment
You alway– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back
'Cause you, you never know (Gangsta Grillz)
You never know where the fuck you gon' end up at
(Okay, haha, let's go, now we ready)


Prompt: A rapper boasting about their success and lifestyle, calling out people who doubt them, and challenging others to race or compare their accomplishments to their own.

Response:
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn't pull out
MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap 'bout?
Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out (Yeah, oh)
Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood (I dare you, nigga)
Call me lumbеrjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (Uh-huh, right)
Do it like I? This thе wish-a-nigga-could face (Uh)
They ain't gettin' paper like they should, wait
(You niggas woulda, coulda, shoulda, oh, shit)


Prompt: Describe a daydream where you are sledding in Utah, have a tall friend named Mulan, wear a unique emerald ring, possess magical abilities, and overcome past disrespect.

Response:
Ayo, I might just sled in Utah, LA is too warm
My nigga tall, he look like a bitch, I call him Mulan (Hey, oh)
Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons
Niggas can not fuck with performance of magic (Oh), new wand (Nigga)
That's my nuance, used to be the weirdo (Ah)
Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed
Used to treat me like that boy off Malcolm in the Middle  (Why I'm motherfuckin' rich)
Now I'm zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero (That's six)


Prompt: A young, successful rapper expresses his frustration with the industry and people who criticize him, ultimately refusing to take their negativity any longer.

Response:
Rolls-Royce pull up (Zero), Black boy hop out (That's seven)
Nah, I can't take this shit no more, man, I quit
That's it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga
Fuck niggas talking to me about? Close y'all fuckin' faces
Quality Wednesday music
Wish-a-nigga-could face
(Them stones is cloudy, nigga) Oh yeah, you asked for it
(Fuckin' crumbs) Wish-a-nigga-would face
Fuck you mean, nigga?


Prompt: A dissatisfaction with the current circle of friends, a feeling of being misunderstood, and a need to focus on one's goals, leading to a determination to succeed and asserting dominance over one's haters.

Response:
Man, now they go (ayo)
I cut off some friends, where they go?
(Did this shit in one take, ayo)
I stick to the plan, that's the goal
(Ayo, that’s that fire shit, nigga, ayo)
Fuck these niggas man, man, man, man (Run it, run it)


Prompt: Rapping about extravagant wealth, luxurious lifestyle, and personal achievements, the artist compares themselves to various food items and mentions a lavish travel bag and a Grammy nomination.

Response:
Check my bankroll, ayo, 400K for vehicle
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django, interior look mango
Shotgun grape, he look like mayo
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Swampy niggas out the bayou
Pockets flooded, y'all be dilute
Watered down, I'm Big Mac
I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget
Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin'
Grammy-nominated, tell yo' cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with him


Prompt: A disillusioned young man reflects on his friendships, personal goals, and the influence of his upbringing in a troubled neighborhood, while also touching on pop culture and personal achievements.

Response:
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go?
I stick to the plan, that's the goal
Fuck these niggas man, that's for sure
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Say
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Look like a flag, what the fuck it do?
Golf be the set, no more OF
Like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck
Give a fuck about you or your respect
Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades
But I made the cut like I pack a blade
You could call me Brush, I've been makin' waves
Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade
But that's '92, I'm '91 (Hey!)
Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what's up
And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid
I been gettin' paid, pockets gainin' weight
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you, haha


Prompt: The song is about a person who has a complicated relationship with their significant other. They worry about their partner's past and how it affects their current situation, while also feeling jealous and guilty about their partner's connection with someone else. The lyrics describe the challenges they face in dealing with their emotions and trying to maintain control over their feelings.

Response:
I said surface, like, 'cause they got roots
Like, I'm the new nigga
But you know, they be fuckin', haha
Yeah, yeah
Didn't see you a couple weeks, think he want you away from me
Know y'all argued 'bout if you mad you met him before you met me
I feel guilty, but not as much as I should
I tried to have that self-control, but not as much as I could
I been down for days, you in my city and I can't see your face
I can't eat knowin' you with him and not at my place
I never been jealous of another man
Especially when I have everything I want at hand
Except you, you


Prompt: A wealthy person laments their material possessions, expressing a desire for something beyond their current collection of luxurious items.

Response:
You know, I got every damn car, multiple cribs
But it's like, "No, I want that," ha


Prompt: How does one find balance and contentment in life, when constantly pursuing material success and personal fulfillment?

Response:
How many cars can I buy 'til I run outta drive?
How much drive can I have until I run outta road?
How much road can they pave until I run outta land?
How much land can it be until I run in the ocean?
Niggas go with the motions and all the plans
See, I was never into the beaches and all the sands
See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows, and posies
Fallin' outta my pocket, but y'all want to know if I swam to cool down
How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?
How many fans can I have until they turn on the AC?
If the AC blow up, well then I'm TNT, I'm gone


Prompt: A person is questioning their own mortality and the potential consequences of not returning from a dangerous situation or adventure, and they wonder if they'll find answers after death.

Response:
And if I drown and don't come back
Who's gonna know? (Maybe then I'll know)
And if I crash and don't come back
Who's gonna know? (Maybe then I'll know)
And if I fall and don't come back
Who's gonna know? (Maybe then I'll know)
I'm wondering if I don't come back
Maybe then I'll know
Don't come back
Don't come back
Ayy, don't come back
Don't come back
No, no


Prompt: Describe a situation where one experiences overwhelming thoughts and seeks escape through an unconventional activity.

Response:
When you're alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house
So I hit the Dead Sams, and we went biking it out
In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles
Just to see what all that fucking hype is about (RIP)
Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ayy?
Cause everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
I was with Whitney smoking, sitting at the dock of the bay


Prompt: A musician reflects on their unique position of success and financial stability, while their friends struggle to make ends meet. They also consider the challenges and expectations that come with their situation, and how they navigate their relationships in light of these differences.

Response:
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy
Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't feel bad when they not eating
(But you still treating us, you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil, fuck Lincoln, 'Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles
I'm okie dokie and loopy and booboo nana and caca
If you think I'm fucking koo-koo, try talking to my shrink then


Prompt: A confrontation between a guy and another individual, possibly a rival, in which he defends his girlfriend Salem from any potential harm.

Response:
"Hey..."
"Bitch."
"I'm right here."
"Yo, who's that..?"
"That's Salem, that's my girlfriend. You stay the fuck away from her alright?"


Prompt: What does it mean to be a "cowboy on my own trip"? Explore the theme of independence, self-discovery, and the journey of life through the perspective of a cowboy.

Response:
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy


Prompt: Crack and its impact on society, the guilt of those who profited from it, and the emotional turmoil it causes.

Response:
Crack fucked up the world
And I wonder if they realized the damage
I mean, they come from an era
Who made a lot of money off that shit
And I wonder if it fucked with they conscience
It fucked with me being out there, I couldn't stand it
I couldn't stand seeing people fucking theyselves up like that on the shit
And that's where the money came from


Prompt: A song about getting addicted to the hustle and the dark side of drug dealing

Response:
You get addicted to the flip, we used to call it
You get addicted to the flip (I'm sorry)
The, the, the, the transaction, the hustling (I'm sorry)
Even more than the money, it's just your job (I'm sorry)
You feel like it's your duty to be the man in between the man
And make this happen for that person (I'm sorry)
And to do this and do that
You become the go to guy, you know, forever
Next thing you know you're in too deep
Way too deep, it'll scare the shit out of you
You wind up with so much work, that you'd be scared to death
It's important for us to realize, man, we gotta get out of that, man
You know, dudes is buying choppers
Shoot down the people that look just like them
Dudes is buying guns to take down each other
Nobody wins, ya know what I mean?


Prompt: Imagine a scene where Miss Parker is waiting for someone at a lemonade stand, but that person is delayed in finding the sugar to make the drink. The person making the lemonade starts to wonder if they've lost their mind, but they realize they would rather be dead than be seen with certain individuals. This creates a sort of playful tension among the characters at the stand.

Response:
Hey Miss Parker
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Somethin' like (Uh-oh)
I just cut some fresh lemons, where's the sugar?
Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers
Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you niggas (Hold up)
Yeah


Prompt: Rap about your luxurious lifestyle, including your expensive car, extravagant spending, high-end clothing, and your confidence in facing any challenge.

Response:
What it is? It's that nigga T, skin look colored in (Woo)
Ridin' in double-double R, that's that Cullinan (Yeah)
Pullin' in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this (Yeah)
Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (True story)
GOLF le FLEUR*, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm so motherfuckin' dead-ass, I need some Timberlands (Woo)
I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (Yeah, yeah)


Prompt: Rap about your unique style and abilities, mention the importance of originality and authenticity, and describe how you set yourself apart from others in the music industry.

Response:
It's the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed, that's a double Vs
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfuckin' bumblebee
They just got the closest picture of the fuckin' sun surface, that was us
Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops, you call 'em street sweepers, back you up
Tat' you up then add you up, then give you a cover like Adwoa
If the shit's fake, I don't respect it, it's clickbait
And that's distaste like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate
Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels, deck, grip tape


Prompt: Imagine a scene where a group of friends is going to a dinner event, possibly attending a music gig, and talking to someone they don't particularly like. They're discussing their financial success, using a food-related metaphor to convey their wealth.

Response:
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit (Why you even talkin' to us?)
Last deal more than what Google say my net is (Goddamn)
I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit (Like woah)
Uh, uh, uh (Bitch)


Prompt: A character in the song is expressing remorse and frustration after realizing they've made a poor decision.

Response:
Pardon me, excusez-moi (I'm sorry)
Yeah, I coulda made a better choice, I mean, what the fuck?
I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry
Yeah


Prompt: Recall the first time you met someone special during a weekend visit, the colors of their eyes, their unique features, and the innocence of your first date. Share the feelings and experiences of that moment, as well as the connection you felt when they grabbed your hand.

Response:
I was 16 when we first laid eyes
Scrawny little fucker, yeah, I was that guy
And you was down for the weekend, I was down for the greetings
And you eyes the same color shit that Jasper be chiefing
Couple freckles on ya noses, roses made you blush
Gentleman I was like I wasn't tryna fuck
But it was my first official date so I was stuck, like
It was past curfew, and we was at the Grove
And it was raining, and I had to be home
And then you grab my hand, talking about tryna get home safe or something
All I remember was your motherfucking face


Prompt: Describe the surreal and overwhelming feeling of sharing a first kiss with someone you secretly have feelings for.

Response:
I play in your hair as you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I’m floating in air
Can't believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag


Prompt: Write a song about the feelings of insecurity and love when holding hands with someone and eventually sharing a passionate kiss.

Response:
You gotta a nigga sprung, whenever I’m holding your hand and
Making eye contact, I feel like the damn man
Cause even though I am and get round of applauses
I'm insecure and start to think that I do not stand chance
But, moments, wish that I can own it or lease it or clone it
'Cause holding your fingertips is golden
I fucking love you, now treat my palms like a bowling ball and
Grip and keep holding on girl
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As you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I'm floating in air
'Can't believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag
You got a nigga-


Prompt: A song about a failed relationship where the singer is feeling awkward and conflicted because their ex-partner is still in their password, making it difficult to move on.

Response:
Wait
Don't think this is going to work
Things got complicated and a couple feelings got hurt
I haven't talked to you in a couple of days
I got too comfortable
And started to think that we was really a couple
But hey, (Fuck you) at least there was time spent
But by the time you hear this you won't know what these rhymes meant
But when you realize, it's awkward, your name still my password
So I'm always fucking reminded
You got a nigga sprung


Prompt: A persistent suitor tries to convince an unresponsive potential love interest that they're already in a relationship, despite the lack of reciprocation or acknowledgment from the other person.

Response:
You're my girlfriend... You're my girl (Whether you like it or not!)
You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my girl, girlfriend (You know I like you a lot!)
You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my girl (Shit, I know that you not)
You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my girlfriend
You're my girl.. oooo
You're my, you're my Girl
Ooooo girlfriend... girlfriend..
You're my girlfriend you're my girl girlfriend
You're my girl, you're my girlfriend


Prompt: I've got strong feelings for you, but I know you're cool and out of my league. I don't want to make a fool of myself, so I'll keep my distance and find someone else. I know my worth and I won't let anyone make me feel like less. I'll keep my head up and do what makes me happy.

Response:
See, um, heavy feelings for you, yeah, yeah, it's no secret
You too cool for me and I ain't tryna freeze up
Like the Johnsons, nonsense, I would speak up
And realize there's more fish in the sea, I'ma re-up
Like, bitch, I know my shit is bumping, it's eczema
So I won't walk around with my head down like I got beat up
Um, you do you, I'll do me, I’ll just chuck the peace up
I ain't tryna keep up, because


Prompt: A song about the end of a relationship and acknowledging the pain it causes, but also expressing the hope that it could lead to a better future for both parties.

Response:
I don't love you anymore (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
'Cause I don't love you anymore (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
'Cause I don't love you anymore (You wasted my time and I know that these things are not hard)
'Cause I don't love you anymore (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
But this just might be better for us, you know?


Prompt: A song that reflects on the changes in love and how time affects the way people express their feelings, with a focus on the uncertainties and mysteries of love and relationships.

Response:
('Cause I don't love like I used to)
Where did time go, I need location
('Cause you don't wanna talk about it, baby)
That's all that I know, I, I, I, I
Where did time go?


Prompt: A song about someone trying to move on from a relationship, but feeling stuck with their emotions and wanting their heart back. They express their frustration and doubt about the relationship and question the other person about what to do next.

Response:
But now, movin' on, but how?
Uh, somethin' put my feelings in the lost and found
Now I'm stuck forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, and ever, and ever
And ever, and ever
Forever, and ever, and ever
I don't love you no more
Tell me where to go
Can I have my heart back? (Heart back)
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I don't love you anymore
'Cause I don't love you anymore
'Cause I don't love you anymore (You wasted my time and I know that these things are not hard)
'Cause I don't love you anymore
But this just might be better for us, you kn-


Prompt: A song about personal choices and beliefs, taking responsibility for one's actions, seeking adventure, and embracing life's challenges while maintaining a sense of humor and resilience.

Response:
I'm just what you made, God, not many I trust
I'ma go my own way, God, take my fate to wherever you want
I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some
Club-hoppin', tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung
Early in the morning, I'm wakin', bakin', drinkin', contemplatin'
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush
That big body Benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning kush, nigga, don't be worried 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
I say, "Ain't no music on", she said, "No, that weed is loud"
Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin'
I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', we livin'


Prompt: A person expressing their desire to get high and seeking support from others, while also reflecting on their own identity and their creator's role in shaping their life.

Response:
I (I need) need smoke (Oh, oh, oh, I need)
I (I need) need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now?
I-I wanna get high y'all (Woah)
I-I wanna get high y'all
Nee-need it, need it to get by y'all (Woah, yeah)
Can you get me high y'all? (Hey)
I-I wanna get high y'all
I-I-I wanna get high y'all
Nee-need it, need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all? (Hey)
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I'm just what you made, God, just what you made, God (Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made, God, I'm just what you made
(Nee-nee-need it) I'm just what you made, God
I'm just what you made, God, I'm just what you made, (Mmm)


Prompt: Write a song about a person's chaotic life, filled with shopping, therapy, self-diagnosis, and struggling with their past and present.

Response:
Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all
Endless shopping, I had a ball
I had to ball for therapy, my shrink don't think that helps at all
Whatever, that man ain't wearing these leather pants
I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain't working fam
In-In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand
I know that shit sound super cray, but if you had my life you'd understand
But, I can't fold, some poor soul got it way worse
We're all troubled in a world of trouble
It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth
I'm what you made, God, fuck yes, I'm so odd
Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren't my friends all along
Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
Every day to find sane's a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors


Prompt: Write a song about someone expressing their desire to get high and seeking support from their peers.

Response:
I (I need) need smoke (Oh, oh, oh, I need)
I (I need) need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now?
I-I wanna get high y'all (Woah)
I-I wanna get high y'all
Nee-need it, need it to get by y'all (Woah, yeah)
Can you get me high y'all? (Hey)
I-I wanna get high y'all
I-I-I wanna get high y'all
Nee-need it, need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all? (Hey)
I'm just what you made, God, just what you made, God (Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made, God, I'm just what you made
(Nee-nee-need it) I'm just what you made, God
I'm just what you made, God, I'm just what you made (Mmm)


Prompt: Imagine creating a fun, catchy song about a group of friends enjoying a lively night out together at a party.

Response:
Mmmm, ay-oh
Hey...
Ratatat, yeah!
Na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-nah


Prompt: A rebellious young person driving through the Midwest, smoking, drinking, and pursuing their dreams, despite the warnings of others and the risks they may face.

Response:
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feelin' lit, feelin' right, 2 AM, summer night
I don't care, hand on the wheel
Driving drunk, I'm doing my thing
Rolling the Midwest side and out
Living my life, getting out dreams
People told me slow my roll, I'm screaming out "Fuck that"
I'ma do just what I want, looking ahead, no turning back
If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest
If I fall, if I die, know I lived and missed some bullets


Prompt: Write a song about the pursuit of happiness, emphasizing that not everything that shines is gold and that the pursuit itself is important, while also addressing the themes of dreaming, night terrors, and understanding the struggles of tomorrow.

Response:
I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good
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Tell me what you know about dreamin', dreamin'?
You don't really know about nothin', nothin'
Tell me what you know about the night terrors every night
5 AM, cold sweats, waking up to the sky
Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams?
Tell me what you know about night terrors? Nothing
You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow
Rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow


Prompt: Write a song about the pursuit of happiness, emphasizing that not everything that glitters is gold, and reassuring that the singer will be fine and good once they achieve their goals.

Response:
I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good


Prompt: In your quest for happiness, remember that not everything that glitters is gold. When you obtain what you desire, everything will be better.

Response:
I'm on the pursuit of happiness
I know everything that shine ain't always gold
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good


Prompt: Reflect on the pursuit of happiness and understanding that not everything that shines is gold. Express the desire to achieve happiness and the assurance that things will be fine once that goal is reached.

Response:
I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good


Prompt: You're writing a song about someone who is going after their dreams and happiness, but ends up overindulging in alcohol and drugs, and reflecting on the consequences of their actions.

Response:
Pursuit of happiness, yeah
I gon' get it, I'll be good
Oh...
Oh man, oh, ugh...
Room's spinning, room's spinning...
Pat, Zuli...
Oh fuck
Oh my God, why'd I drink so much and smoke so much? Oh
Oh, fuck


Prompt: A person struggles with constant stress and is searching for peace and happiness. They feel caught in a never-ending cycle, unable to escape their predicament.

Response:
Day and night
I toss and turn, I keep stress in my mind, mind
I look for peace, but see, I don't attain
What I need for keeps, this silly game we play, play
Now look at this
Madness, the magnet keeps attracting me, me
I try to run, but see, I'm not that fast
I think I'm first but surely finish last, last
'Cause day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night


Prompt: A lonely stoner is struggling to find happiness in life and love, and spends his days and nights reflecting on his feelings and dreams, wondering if he'll ever be able to break free from his loneliness.

Response:
Hold the phone
The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Dolo
He's on the move, can't seem to shake the shade
Within his dreams he sees the life he made, made
The pain is deep
A silent sleeper, you won't hear a peep, peep
The girl he wants don't seem to want him too
It seems the feelings that she had are through, through
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'Cause day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (Yeah)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night
(Yeah, yeah)


Prompt: Reflect on the experience of someone who feels alone during the day but finds solace and a sense of freedom at night, using music and smoking as outlets.

Response:
Slow mo'
When the tempo slows up and creates that new, new
He seems alive though he is feeling blue
The sun is shining, man, he's super cool, cool
The lonely nights
They fade away, he slips into his white Nikes
He smokes a clip and then he's on the way
To free his mind in search of, to free his mind in search of
To free his mind in search of
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night
At, at, at night, night
Na-na-na-na-na-na, Kid Cudi
Cleveland status, grind all day
Cleveland status, grind all night
Cleveland status, grind all day
Cleveland status, grind all night


Prompt: Reflect on your upbringing in a tough neighborhood, contrasting it with the lives of famous rappers and TV characters, while acknowledging the challenges you faced growing up with a single mom and siblings with different backgrounds.

Response:
I got 99 problems and they all bitches
Wish I was Jigga man, carefree livin'
But I'm not Shawn or Martin Louis
I'm that Cleveland nigga rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You knowin' how it be when you start living large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott about the dram
Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom
On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind
Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it, Mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself
"Why he by himself?"
He got two older brothers; one hood, one good
An independent older sister kept me fly when she could
But they all didn't see
The little bit of sadness in me
Scotty


Prompt: A person expressing their feelings and emotions through music, knowing that it's the perfect medium for sharing their inner turmoil and struggles.

Response:
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring them to the light for you, it's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life


Prompt: A person shares their struggles with anxiety, loss, and mental health, reflecting on their life and trying to make sense of the world around them.

Response:
I'm super paranoid, like a sixth sense
Since my father died, I ain't been right since
And I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe
Split an eighth of shrooms just so I could see the universe
I try and think about myself as a sacrifice
Just to show the kids they ain't the only ones who up at night
The moon will illuminate my room
And soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time, nobody gave a fuck
It's all said and done and my cock's been sucked
So now I'm in the cut, alcohol in the wound
My heart's an open sore that I hope heals soon
I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancún
Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon
So it's more than right I try and shed some light on a man
Not many people of this planet understand, fam
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I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring 'em to the light for you, it's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life


Prompt: The struggles and challenges an individual faces while pursuing their dreams, their dependence on vices, and the contradiction between their public and personal lives.

Response:
I'm this close to go and trying some coke
And a happy ending would be slittin' my throat
Ignorance to cope, man, ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is love and I need that shit
If I never did shows then I'd prolly be a myth
If I cared about the blogs then I'd prolly be a jackass
Don't give a shit what people talkin' 'bout, fam
Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on deck
Hope I really get to see 30
Wanna settle down, stop being so flirty
Most of the clean faces be the most dirty
I just need a thoroughbred, cook when I'm hungry
Ass all chunky, brain is insanity
Only things that calm me down; pussy, and some Cali tree
And I get both, never truly satisfied
I am happy, that's just the saddest lie


Prompt: Write a song about confronting personal struggles and sharing them through music as a form of expression and catharsis.

Response:
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring 'em to the light for you, it's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life
To my life, to my life, to my life...
Uh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah


Prompt: Imagine you're about to begin a deep breathing exercise with a loved one, counting down from 10 to 1, as you synchronize your breaths together.

Response:
Inhale and I want you to exhale
And I want you to follow your breath
10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...


Prompt: Think of a time when you felt like you were going on an adventure, and write a song about that experience, dedicated to others who may feel the same way.

Response:
I'm off on a (Yeah) adventure (We're good)
(This here is dedicated to all of the kids like me)
I'm on my way to heaven (Wherever you are, yep, now)
(We're good)


Prompt: Imagine a scenario where a person longs to be a bird, admiring their freedom and mobility as they fly around. The person feels enchanted by their songs and wishes to experience life from a bird's perspective, despite never seeing them stay on the ground for too long.

Response:
Birds sing, flying around
You never see them too long on the ground
You want to be one of them (Yeah)
You want to be one of them (Yeah)
You might hear the birds singing, flying around
You never see them too long on the ground
You want to be one of them (Yeah)
You want to be one of them (Yeah)


Prompt: Write a song about a character named Mr. Rager who is embarking on an exciting adventure and encouraging others to join him while also exploring the idea of overcoming personal struggles and finding a sense of heaven or fulfillment in life.

Response:
Woah now, hey
Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager
Tell me some of your stories, tell us of your travels
Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm on my way to heaven) Mr. Rager
Can we tag along? Can we take the journey?
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Knocked down, round for round
You're feeling like you're shot down on the ground
When will the fantasy end?
When will the heaven begin? (Yeah)
You might be knocked down, round for round
You're feeling like you're shot down on the ground
When will the fantasy end? (Yeah)
When will the heaven begin? (Yeah)


Prompt: A character named Mr. Rager is going on an exciting journey, perhaps to an unknown destination or even to heaven. The narrator wants to learn about his stories and travels and is asking if they can join him on his adventure.

Response:
Woah now, hey
Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager
Tell us some of your stories, tell us of your travels
Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm on my way to heaven) Mr. Rager
Can we tag along? Can we take the journey?


Prompt: A traveler encounters a mysterious figure, Mr. Rager, and asks him about his adventures and destinations, curious about his journey and hoping to accompany him.

Response:
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Can we take the journey?)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going, tell me where you're headed
(I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager
Tell me some of your stories, tell us of your travels
Mr. Rager-er-er-er-er
Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed
(I'm on my way to heaven)  Mr. Rager
Can we tag along? Can we take that journey?


Prompt: A song about an individual's journey towards spiritual enlightenment, addressing the presence of an influential figure, "Mr. Rager," who might be a guiding force or symbol of hope.

Response:
Hey, Mr. Rager
Hey, Mr. Rager
Hey, Mr. Rager (I'm on my way to heaven)
Hey, Mr. Rager
Hey


Prompt: Imagine a catchy, fun, and upbeat song that features a friend named Plain Pat and playful, repetitive lyrics.

Response:
Ah, da-da, da-da, da-da-nah
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-da-ba-da
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la
Plain Pat, what up?


Prompt: Write a song about a person's journey of self-discovery, reflecting on their unique purpose and the demons they confront, while emphasizing the importance of their words and the impact they want to leave behind.

Response:
My heart thump, not from being nervous
Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose
So all the while, 'til I'm gone make my words important
So if I slip away, if I die today
The last thing you remember won't be
About some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur
Maybe how I dream of being free since my birth
Cursed, but the demons I confronted would disperse
Have you ever heard of some shit so real?
Beyond, from the heart, from the soul, you can feel


Prompt: Imagine if someone was writing lyrics to express their feelings about the fragility of life and the desire to be remembered through their art, while also addressing the ups and downs of relationships and personal growth.

Response:
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
But please don't cry
Just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
'Cause I'm ready for the funeral
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
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My mind runs, I could never catch it
Even if I got a head start, God, please help me
I am feeling so alone, wait
I don't need to worry 'cause I know the world'll feel this nigga
Blessing in disguise, but I am not hiding who I am, open your eyes, bruh
If I ever met you, I appreciate the love, yo
Girls that I dated, it's okay, I am not mad, yo
Unless you stabbed me in the heart, no love ho
This shit is so ill
Play it back from the top if you recognize real


Prompt: A song expressing the singer's readiness to face death, while reassuring loved ones that their songs were a gift left behind for them.

Response:
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
But please don't cry
Just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
'Cause I'm ready for the funeral
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
But please don't cry
Just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take
'Cause I'm ready for the funeral
I'm ready for that
I'm ready for the funeral, hey-hey
I'm ready for the funeral, hey
I'm ready for the funeral
Hey, I'm ready for it
I'm ready for it
I'm ready for the funeral


Prompt: A couple days without talking, she shares her feelings about our relationship.

Response:
She said I don't spend time like I really should
She said she don't know me anymore
I think she hates me deep down, I know she does
She wants to erase me, hmm
A couple days, no talking, I see my baby
And this what she tells me


Prompt: A person feeling constantly haunted by a past relationship and trying to move on.

Response:
She said I keep on running, keep on running
And nothing works, I can't get away from you, no
I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps
I can't stop missing you (Yeah)


Prompt: Imagine a song where a person feels like a bad dream to someone they once deeply cared about, and the pain of not being reciprocated leaves them feeling empty. The memories they shared together are slowly fading away, and they try to reconnect, but it seems like an impossible task. How would you express these emotions in lyrics?

Response:
It's like I'm her new nightmare, she ain't escaping
It makes me feel a bit complete (Yeah)
Knowing someone you love don't feel the same way about ya
Memories they soon delete (Hmm)
A couple weeks, no talking, I see my baby
I missed you so damn much
Hey, I wish we could start over, I told my baby
This what this bitch tells me


Prompt: Despite my attempts to escape, I still feel your presence and influence in every corner of the world. It seems like there's no escape from you, and I can't help but miss you.

Response:
She said I keep on running, keep on running, and nothing works
I can't get away from you, no
I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps
I can't stop missing you
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Yeah, 'cause I'm in the magazines, on the TV
No matter where you are, you might hear me (Uh)
I'm in the magazines (Yeah), on the TV
No matter where you go, you might see me (Hello, haha)


Prompt: A famous rapper named Yeezy meets Aria, an angel who he thinks he's seen before. They discuss attending a show in Korea, and Aria insists that she's cool according to Don C. The rapper and Aria start a relationship, but Aria's newfound fame and attention starts to affect their connection.

Response:
Uh, I'm Yeezy, she say "Hi, I'm Aria"
No, you a angel, you wave "Hi" to Aaliyah
I got a show in Korea, they built a new arena
Why don't you come and watch a nigga tear the whole scene up
I know I seen you before, but don't know where I seen ya
Oh I remember now, you something that I dreamed of
Don C says she cool, but don't let her fuck your cream up
Monica Lewinsky on the dress, she'll take you to the cleaners
Sure enough, a week later, I'm in extra love
And everybody know she's mine so she extra plugged
Every bouncer, every club show her extra love
We just praying the new fame don't get the best of us
But all good things gotta come to a en-a
She let it go to her head, "No, not my Aria"
The height of her shopping was writer's blocking me
I couldn't get my shit out anyway, I hope you die, Aria


Prompt: A person is feeling unable to escape from their feelings for someone, no matter how hard they try to avoid them.

Response:
She said I keep on running, keep on running
And nothing works, I can't get away from you, no
I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps
I can't stop missing you


Prompt: Write a song about not caring what others think and focusing on one's own success.

Response:
(Yawn)
Alright, run it
I never gave a fuck
I never gave a fuck about what niggas thought about me
I mean, I did, but like, fuck it, you know what I'm saying?
You gon' love me, man
You gon' love me, man


Prompt: A person expressing their frustrations with being misunderstood, feeling like they need to change themselves to be accepted, and questioning if they should act like a jerk instead of being kind and genuine.

Response:
They can't comprehend
Or even come close to understanding him
I guess if I was boring they would love me more
Guess if I was simple in the mind, everything would be fine
Maybe if I was a jerk to girls
Instead of being nice and speaking kind words
Then maybe it would be okay to say then
I wasn't a good guy to begin with


Prompt: Describe the feeling of being on the moon and the perception of being seen as "crazy" for being so out of this world.

Response:
But my mind is all crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
They got me thinking I ain't human
Like I came in from above, above, above, above
Feeling like an airplane in the sky
But then they say I'm crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
They got me thinking I ain't human
Like I came in from above, above, above, above
Feeling like a bird sitting high, high
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I be that man on the moon, I'm that man on the moon
And I'mma do what I do, so do you, hey-hey
I be posted with my blunt and a brew, my dude
I'm that man on the moon, I'm up-up on the moon


Prompt: A rapper explains how their music stands out from the rest and receives feedback from their fans who question the uniqueness of their sound.

Response:
It's like, I'mma play all my stuff for everybody
And you know, and all my people, they give me feedback
You know, and they'll be like
"Yo, yo, why, why your shit sound so different?"
You know what I'm saying?
"Why yo- why yo- why your shit- like on another level- Why's-
Why's it sound so different?"
Like that's a bad thing
And I be like, "Why not, nigga?"


Prompt: A person is reflecting on their past, the expectations placed on them, and their journey to self-acceptance and confidence. They have grown beyond the judgments of others and now celebrate their uniqueness and individuality.

Response:
Close my eyes, high in the dark
It's a curtain call; come one, come all
All I do is try to make it simple
The ones that make it complicated
Never get congratulated
I'm something different, all aspects
Don't want a woman just to love her assets
I'll still wife her up, even with her flat chest
The type to get hurt, but that's the past tense
My mind is all hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy
I be thinkin' that I'm wrong
'Cause they used to call me lame, lame, lame, lame
My swag was a little different
But then my mind is hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy
I be thinkin' that I'm wrong
But they the ones who lame, lame, lame, lame
I got the last laugh, nigga


Prompt: Imagine a rapper expressing his confidence and bravado, claiming to be the "man on the moon" in a metaphorical sense, and encouraging others to do what they do best. The lyrics should emphasize the rapper's unique lifestyle, enjoying life with his blunt and a brew, and feeling on top of the world.

Response:
I be that man on the moon, I'm that man on the moon
And I'mma do what I do, so do you, hey-hey
I be posted with my blunt and a brew, my dude
I'm that man on the moon, I'm up-up on the moon


Prompt: A person who values truth and honesty over deception, and feels fulfilled in their life, despite occasional hardships and challenges.

Response:
I am happy to be alive
'Cause I know I could not be in a place that's filled with lies
Can't stand no quiet nights, while I fill up my glass with pride
Hopeful is all I know, how to keep me from silent cries
Nothing I can say, facing all this pain in my way


Prompt: A person is struggling with their personal challenges and trying to make positive changes in their life. They recognize the need to find alternative solutions and encourage themselves to do so.

Response:
I fight it every day
Why am I this way?
A nigga tryna maintain
I sit and tell myself, "Okay"
We gotta find another way
You gotta find another way
You gotta find another way


Prompt: Encourage a young person to not be discouraged by their current situation, reminding them that they will find love and overcome their challenges; highlight the universal theme of loneliness in stories and how it's a time to reveal one's true character.

Response:
Don't be so down, c'mon, young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon, young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
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Prompt: The protagonist finds happiness in their current life situation, despite the presence of various challenges and hardships, and acknowledges that they have the strength to overcome their obstacles.

Response:
I am happy to be alive
'Cause I know I could not be in a place so filled with lies
Can't stand no quiet nights, while I fill up my glass with pride
Hopeful is all I know, how to keep me from silent cries
Nothing I can say, done running from this pain in my way


Prompt: A struggle for self-improvement and finding a new direction in life.

Response:
I'm fighting every day
Why am I this way?
A nigga tryna maintain
I sit and tell myself, "Okay"
We gotta find another way
You gotta find another way
You gotta find another way


Prompt: A young person going through a tough time, trying to find love and purpose in the world, and learning that despite setbacks, they have the strength to overcome challenges and prove themselves to others.

Response:
Don't be so down, c'mon, young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon, young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon, young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon, young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Now is the time to show what you're made of


Prompt: Write lyrics for a song that encourages a young person to stay positive, overcome challenges, and find real love.

Response:
Don't be so down, c'mon, young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon, young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of


Prompt: Imagine a song that encourages people to find their inner source of energy and inspiration, connecting with an invisible force that enlightens their path.

Response:
Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light
Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light


Prompt: A mysterious character who feels alive during nighttime, discovering a source of light and magic in an unexpected place, and inviting others to join in the experience.

Response:
Born from dusk to dawn, I am truly alive
The satellite that sits in frame to illuminate this shaded place
He's a rose that don't belong, the music, the magic, take the lead
Come on with it, mmm, come on


Prompt: Reflect on the importance of seizing moments, trusting in the divine order, and embracing the concept of feng shui in one's life. Describe how being fully present and tapping into a higher frequency can lead to personal growth and change.

Response:
Moments don't pass me up, no, no
'Cause I seize them in stride
Tell them winnin' never gave me in
When I eternally have faith
In the choices you made, it's all by design
Go with it, mmmm
Come on, don't fuck up the feng shui
Feng shui, feng shui, feng shui, feng shui
I see everything with new beams, I do dream
My eyes are glowing mood rings, you're boring
Stop dueling with the true thing, I do think
When you think too much you're removing what's moving
Stuck inside a statue, look at you
Go ahead and pogo, something gon' catch you
A petty logo, shed all my tattoos
I read all the bad news that says I'm too careful
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Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light
Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light


Prompt: Imagine a song about the power of the universe and its impact on one's life, with an emphasis on the importance of embracing the present moment and overcoming personal challenges.

Response:
The universe never steered me wrong
The universe never lied
Take me bound to the come me down
The fantasy in this remedy
Free from where you don't belong in the concept of time
New levels, mmm, come on