Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 124.5 BPM
Duration: 4:54
Loudness: -6.8 dB
Key: C major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: The song is a 1980s-inspired ballad that Stefani began writing while pregnant and finished with No Doubt bandmate Tony Kanal. The song was the albums third single and was commercially unsuccessful in the Read More Waking up to find another day The moon got lost again last night But now the sun has finally had its say I guess I feel alright But it hurts when I think When I let it sink in, it's all over me I'm lying here in the dark Watching you sleep, it hurts a lot And all I know is You've got to give me everything (Give me everything) Nothing less 'cause you know I give you all of me (Give you all of me) I give you everything that I am I'm handin' over everything that I've got 'Cause I wanna have a really true love Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up Stay up till four in the morning, and the tears are pouring And I wanna make it worth the fight What have we been doing for all this time? Baby, if we're gonna do it, come on, do it right All I wanted was to know I'm safe Don't wanna lose the love I've found Remember when you said that you would change? Don't let me down It's not fair how you are I can't be complete, can you give me more? And all I know is You've got to give me everything (Give me everything) Nothing less 'cause you know I give you all of me (Give you all of me) I give you everything that I am I'm handin' over everything that I've got 'Cause I wanna have a really true love Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up (Give me everything) Stay up till four in the morning, and the tears are pouring And I wanna make it worth the fight What have we been doing for all this time? Baby, if we're gonna do it, come on, do it right Oh please, you know what I need (You know what I need) Save all your love up for me We can't escape the love Give me everything that you have And all I know is You've got to give me everything (Give me everything) Nothing less 'cause you know I give you all of me (Give you all of me) I give you everything that I am I'm handin' over everything that I've got 'Cause I wanna have a really true love Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up (Give me everything) Stay up till four in the morning, and the tears are pouring And I wanna make it worth the fight What have we been doing for all this time? Baby, if we're gonna do it, come on, do it right (Give you all of me) Give me everything Give you all of me

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 124.5 BPM
Duration: 4:54
Loudness: -6.8 dB
Key: C major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: The song is a 1980s-inspired ballad that Stefani began writing while pregnant and finished with No Doubt bandmate Tony Kanal. The song was the albums third single and was commercially unsuccessful in the Read More Waking up to find another day The moon got lost again last night But now the sun has finally had its say I guess I feel alright But it hurts when I think When I let it sink in, it's all over me I'm lying here in the dark Watching you sleep, it hurts a lot And all I know is You've got to give me everything (Give me everything) Nothing less 'cause you know I give you all of me (Give you all of me) I give you everything that I am I'm handin' over everything that I've got 'Cause I wanna have a really true love Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up Stay up till four in the morning, and the tears are pouring And I wanna make it worth the fight What have we been doing for all this time? Baby, if we're gonna do it, come on, do it right All I wanted was to know I'm safe Don't wanna lose the love I've found Remember when you said that you would change? Don't let me down It's not fair how you are I can't be complete, can you give me more? And all I know is You've got to give me everything (Give me everything) Nothing less 'cause you know I give you all of me (Give you all of me) I give you everything that I am I'm handin' over everything that I've got 'Cause I wanna have a really true love Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up (Give me everything) Stay up till four in the morning, and the tears are pouring And I wanna make it worth the fight What have we been doing for all this time? Baby, if we're gonna do it, come on, do it right Oh please, you know what I need (You know what I need) Save all your love up for me We can't escape the love Give me everything that you have And all I know is You've got to give me everything (Give me everything) Nothing less 'cause you know I give you all of me (Give you all of me) I give you everything that I am I'm handin' over everything that I've got 'Cause I wanna have a really true love Don't ever wanna have to go and give you up (Give me everything) Stay up till four in the morning, and the tears are pouring And I wanna make it worth the fight What have we been doing for all this time? Baby, if we're gonna do it, come on, do it right (Give you all of me) Give me everything Give you all of me


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 164.9 BPM
Duration: 5:11
Loudness: -6.8 dB
Key: E minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: You get some tap shoes and sheet music with trombones Unsafe Sextet, It's Unsafe Sextet You get some piccolos and fashionistas with jumpsuits Unsafe Sextet, It's Unsafe Sextet I frown upon the meaning of blitzkrieg When the sepdia tint bleeds out of your sleezy club striptease You give the cheesy club chick feed Your reality tv stud misreads his scripted pig oinks So I disjoint his measly thug prestige When my wheezing lung is squeezed Out of the pitiful entrapments of an able bodied squatter I spew frothy fodder From the tenuous underpinning of a corroded mind I can't learn a thing Yet my creative furnishings are a body of water So im a coffee potter Yes im a barista at starbucks You can lessen my financial woes Just swipe your visa card once Buy this explosive whoopee cushion My loathsome pussfooting should be put in Runs with a pizza parlor runts want of arcade tokens Join the styled fauna of the industry mixer and suffer mild trauma I need a chemistry kit sir And not to coddle pistol grips I only need one popsicle stick For my boyz n the hood diorama Oh my band sucks shit Were not first on no bills We play sand buckets And eat birth control pills And my fingertips look like crisp fried ends I go off Diss my friends Looking at the negative balance on my account through a fish eyed lens You get some tap shoes and snorkles and bandmates And sheet music with trombones and handguns And what do you got Unsafe sextet We upstage the best yet and tongue bathe cassette decks Holding unpaid rent checks You get some piccalos and cutlery and thermoses And fashionistas with jumpsuits and congos And what do you got Unsafe sextet Gilded hearts of booklovers And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler In the regalia of a star prick I measure our genitalia with a yardstick And dethrone my third person drowning it in sea foam And drink the blood from its wing nub dipping in it with cheese scone Exchanging pelvic thrusts while pulling the elephant tusk from my cheekbone Put my dirty feet in a pair of socks and my bird beak in a swear box And unfasten my pants Insure that my mojo crash lands on your happenstance You're a flash in the pan Quid pro quo with the newest thing to come out With me it's no go I'm a shooting range cut out But my woodie's blair underwooden, you should book me with wonder women I ain't go the suggested footwear but the kids leave the breakfast nook bare When I prep fixins I'm hedging clipping their reading habits at the book fair But I'm too pithy and far fetched to compete with your hickeyed guitar neck I hear the political convictions of your debut EP dwarf isclamfascism Great news! you get rave reviews 5 out of 5 But this'll leave your noodle full blown this year were touring funeral homes And that self-serving agenda will buckle under the weight of these lengthy diatribes And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler Oh your games so tough, it de-magnetized my key card Its so hot and fresh, your merch booth needs a sneeze guard And I fall off without a tug on the ripcord I amount to fuzz of the mixboard But how can I get my game re-charged, tell me Oh gilded hearts of booklovers You don't have to be careful let your hinged airhole swing ajar We have dis-emboldened the cookie cutters Who the fuck do they think they are Oh compromised worldview Please don't mind me as I kindly scratch my scabs Our nerve endings curly q When brushed up against the naps of flags Or that fascist vag or that...

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 164.9 BPM
Duration: 5:11
Loudness: -6.8 dB
Key: E minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: You get some tap shoes and sheet music with trombones Unsafe Sextet, It's Unsafe Sextet You get some piccolos and fashionistas with jumpsuits Unsafe Sextet, It's Unsafe Sextet I frown upon the meaning of blitzkrieg When the sepdia tint bleeds out of your sleezy club striptease You give the cheesy club chick feed Your reality tv stud misreads his scripted pig oinks So I disjoint his measly thug prestige When my wheezing lung is squeezed Out of the pitiful entrapments of an able bodied squatter I spew frothy fodder From the tenuous underpinning of a corroded mind I can't learn a thing Yet my creative furnishings are a body of water So im a coffee potter Yes im a barista at starbucks You can lessen my financial woes Just swipe your visa card once Buy this explosive whoopee cushion My loathsome pussfooting should be put in Runs with a pizza parlor runts want of arcade tokens Join the styled fauna of the industry mixer and suffer mild trauma I need a chemistry kit sir And not to coddle pistol grips I only need one popsicle stick For my boyz n the hood diorama Oh my band sucks shit Were not first on no bills We play sand buckets And eat birth control pills And my fingertips look like crisp fried ends I go off Diss my friends Looking at the negative balance on my account through a fish eyed lens You get some tap shoes and snorkles and bandmates And sheet music with trombones and handguns And what do you got Unsafe sextet We upstage the best yet and tongue bathe cassette decks Holding unpaid rent checks You get some piccalos and cutlery and thermoses And fashionistas with jumpsuits and congos And what do you got Unsafe sextet Gilded hearts of booklovers And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler In the regalia of a star prick I measure our genitalia with a yardstick And dethrone my third person drowning it in sea foam And drink the blood from its wing nub dipping in it with cheese scone Exchanging pelvic thrusts while pulling the elephant tusk from my cheekbone Put my dirty feet in a pair of socks and my bird beak in a swear box And unfasten my pants Insure that my mojo crash lands on your happenstance You're a flash in the pan Quid pro quo with the newest thing to come out With me it's no go I'm a shooting range cut out But my woodie's blair underwooden, you should book me with wonder women I ain't go the suggested footwear but the kids leave the breakfast nook bare When I prep fixins I'm hedging clipping their reading habits at the book fair But I'm too pithy and far fetched to compete with your hickeyed guitar neck I hear the political convictions of your debut EP dwarf isclamfascism Great news! you get rave reviews 5 out of 5 But this'll leave your noodle full blown this year were touring funeral homes And that self-serving agenda will buckle under the weight of these lengthy diatribes And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler Oh your games so tough, it de-magnetized my key card Its so hot and fresh, your merch booth needs a sneeze guard And I fall off without a tug on the ripcord I amount to fuzz of the mixboard But how can I get my game re-charged, tell me Oh gilded hearts of booklovers You don't have to be careful let your hinged airhole swing ajar We have dis-emboldened the cookie cutters Who the fuck do they think they are Oh compromised worldview Please don't mind me as I kindly scratch my scabs Our nerve endings curly q When brushed up against the naps of flags Or that fascist vag or that...


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 185.5 BPM
Duration: 3:30
Loudness: -4.3 dB
Key: A# minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: (Pop! Pop!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! scratch starts AAW! Are you motherfuckers ready? YEAH! (Baby baby) YEAH! Executioners!!! hahahahahaha M.O.P.!!! YEAH! hahahahahaha (shit) Crack-o, nigga! (First Family!) Nigga! (yeah) Fuck that, fuck that! OH! OH! (What happened to the beat?) OH! OH! (Bang your head against the wall, c'mon!) OH! OH! OH! OH! Yeah.. cheese nigga! One time, First Family (cyclops!) Yo, I'm from a hellhole where male role models, live in bottles And a nigga first love is a drug We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug It's the untameable, nonflammable Unrestrainable, nonchangeable M.O.P.! From the dark side my family provide knowledge To determine if niggas like you can live or die on the street This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons Cap pealin put two in your lungs, BLUM! BLUM! It's the world's most amaaazing Blazing (First Fam) DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! Critically acclaimed criminals to blame Put 'em in critical condition, fuckin with Lil' Fame AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! "Holdin it down" If you wanna be hard rocks, c'mon - LET IT BANG! "Holdin it down" If it's hits you want, hit 'em; yeah - LET IT BANG! "Holdin it down" You see it! Say what? - LET IT BANG! "Holdin it down" Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass off - LET IT BANG! OH! OH! OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh AAAAHHHHHHHHH! Hey yo this shit is real blown out, allow me to pull my chrome out And push pieces of your dome out (NO DOUBT!!) So now (AAAHH!) you see Tomorrow Never Dies cries Yeah, but it's on back blocks, imbedded in some blacktop And now, they wonder why we move the way we move (WHY WE WRECKIN EVER SMOOTH) and whadda we have to prove? (AHH!) Nothin! (Continue to survive) we're survivors Show me a man that's live, I'll show you Danze is liver LET IT BANG! scratches "You know I bring it to you live" "You've heard of us, official murderous" (OWW) "The X-Men" - "comes equipped" "It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing" LET IT BANG! Who wanna test me now? Cops wanna arrest me now, killers wanna stretch me now Tear up and crush me now I'll bring it to your door, UPS style dressed in brown Walt skully hat, cover my eyelashes Y-2-K what now? I'mma die blastin (then) Open up your back like a wide out Spitty spittin the lead until it knock your insides right out Roc-o OH! Roc-o, nigga nigga LET IT BANG!

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 185.5 BPM
Duration: 3:30
Loudness: -4.3 dB
Key: A# minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: (Pop! Pop!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! scratch starts AAW! Are you motherfuckers ready? YEAH! (Baby baby) YEAH! Executioners!!! hahahahahaha M.O.P.!!! YEAH! hahahahahaha (shit) Crack-o, nigga! (First Family!) Nigga! (yeah) Fuck that, fuck that! OH! OH! (What happened to the beat?) OH! OH! (Bang your head against the wall, c'mon!) OH! OH! OH! OH! Yeah.. cheese nigga! One time, First Family (cyclops!) Yo, I'm from a hellhole where male role models, live in bottles And a nigga first love is a drug We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug It's the untameable, nonflammable Unrestrainable, nonchangeable M.O.P.! From the dark side my family provide knowledge To determine if niggas like you can live or die on the street This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons Cap pealin put two in your lungs, BLUM! BLUM! It's the world's most amaaazing Blazing (First Fam) DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! Critically acclaimed criminals to blame Put 'em in critical condition, fuckin with Lil' Fame AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! "Holdin it down" If you wanna be hard rocks, c'mon - LET IT BANG! "Holdin it down" If it's hits you want, hit 'em; yeah - LET IT BANG! "Holdin it down" You see it! Say what? - LET IT BANG! "Holdin it down" Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass off - LET IT BANG! OH! OH! OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh AAAAHHHHHHHHH! Hey yo this shit is real blown out, allow me to pull my chrome out And push pieces of your dome out (NO DOUBT!!) So now (AAAHH!) you see Tomorrow Never Dies cries Yeah, but it's on back blocks, imbedded in some blacktop And now, they wonder why we move the way we move (WHY WE WRECKIN EVER SMOOTH) and whadda we have to prove? (AHH!) Nothin! (Continue to survive) we're survivors Show me a man that's live, I'll show you Danze is liver LET IT BANG! scratches "You know I bring it to you live" "You've heard of us, official murderous" (OWW) "The X-Men" - "comes equipped" "It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing" LET IT BANG! Who wanna test me now? Cops wanna arrest me now, killers wanna stretch me now Tear up and crush me now I'll bring it to your door, UPS style dressed in brown Walt skully hat, cover my eyelashes Y-2-K what now? I'mma die blastin (then) Open up your back like a wide out Spitty spittin the lead until it knock your insides right out Roc-o OH! Roc-o, nigga nigga LET IT BANG!


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 133.4 BPM
Duration: 3:22
Loudness: -18.9 dB
Key: F# minor
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics:

Output: Heard the one about your woman Lord, she's been messing 'round She's been stepping out on the street Lord, she's been hanging out Ain't nobody had her this week but it won't take long Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me Walking downtown the other day A man put a gun in my back "Give me all you've got or I'll blow you away That's a fact, Jack" Woe me, misery, too much been going down Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me Catch the next train out of here Goodbye, I'll see you, so long Time was I could face it here That was a long time ago I'll leave you very low, next time you won't see me at all Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 133.4 BPM
Duration: 3:22
Loudness: -18.9 dB
Key: F# minor
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics: Heard the one about your woman Lord, she's been messing 'round She's been stepping out on the street Lord, she's been hanging out Ain't nobody had her this week but it won't take long Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me Walking downtown the other day A man put a gun in my back "Give me all you've got or I'll blow you away That's a fact, Jack" Woe me, misery, too much been going down Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me Catch the next train out of here Goodbye, I'll see you, so long Time was I could face it here That was a long time ago I'll leave you very low, next time you won't see me at all Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city Lord, lord, there's trouble in the city And I hope it won't mess with me


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 94.1 BPM
Duration: 4:38
Loudness: -5.2 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: He spends his nights in California Watching the stars on the big screen Then he lies awake and he wonders "Why cant that be me?" 'Cause in his life he's filled with all these good intentions Hes left a lot of things hed rather not mention right now But just before he says goodnight He looks up with a little smile at me and he says If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? Now and dreams we run She spends her days up in the north park Watching the people as they pass And all she wants is just a little piece of this dream Is that too much to ask? With a safe home, and a warm bed On a quiet little street All she wants is just that something to hold onto Thats all she needs Yeah If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? Im falling into the same dreams We run away If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? Falling in I feel I'm falling in, to this again

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 94.1 BPM
Duration: 4:38
Loudness: -5.2 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: He spends his nights in California Watching the stars on the big screen Then he lies awake and he wonders "Why cant that be me?" 'Cause in his life he's filled with all these good intentions Hes left a lot of things hed rather not mention right now But just before he says goodnight He looks up with a little smile at me and he says If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? Now and dreams we run She spends her days up in the north park Watching the people as they pass And all she wants is just a little piece of this dream Is that too much to ask? With a safe home, and a warm bed On a quiet little street All she wants is just that something to hold onto Thats all she needs Yeah If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? Im falling into the same dreams We run away If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? If I could be like that I would give anything Just to live one day, in those shoes If I could be like that What would I do? What would I do? Falling in I feel I'm falling in, to this again


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 139.4 BPM
Duration: 5:08
Loudness: -14.2 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: Careful In Career Take care I take care It's a shame To go away It's a shame to go away It's a shame To die already Looking at you Looking in through at me Pouring X years of life Pouring in ecstasy Performance or ecstasy I'm looking at you Looking in through at me I've come so far already I've come so far already So far I've come so far Careful In Career Take care I take care I see the lodgers They are walking Hands over my eyes I see you yawning Shambling Drugged up by the heat and so Looking at you Looking in through at me Pouring X years of life Pouring in ecstasy In performance or in ecstasy I'm looking at you Looking in through at me I've come so far already I've come so far already It's a shame Looking at you Looking in through at me All in ecstasy I've come so far already All in ecstasy I've come so far already All in ecstasy I've come so far already I've come so far I've come so far It's a shame It's a shame Looking at you Looking in through at me

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 139.4 BPM
Duration: 5:08
Loudness: -14.2 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: Careful In Career Take care I take care It's a shame To go away It's a shame to go away It's a shame To die already Looking at you Looking in through at me Pouring X years of life Pouring in ecstasy Performance or ecstasy I'm looking at you Looking in through at me I've come so far already I've come so far already So far I've come so far Careful In Career Take care I take care I see the lodgers They are walking Hands over my eyes I see you yawning Shambling Drugged up by the heat and so Looking at you Looking in through at me Pouring X years of life Pouring in ecstasy In performance or in ecstasy I'm looking at you Looking in through at me I've come so far already I've come so far already It's a shame Looking at you Looking in through at me All in ecstasy I've come so far already All in ecstasy I've come so far already All in ecstasy I've come so far already I've come so far I've come so far It's a shame It's a shame Looking at you Looking in through at me


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 98.0 BPM
Duration: 5:35
Loudness: -6.8 dB
Key: G# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: The sixth track off of the Kool A.D. mixtape, WORK O.K. Look Fire, cook Meal Eat, check, deal Wow See me in a vehicle now Yes Photograph two breasts in a text Next Neck on a deck, flex Tight, stretch, player, dice, bet Mayor, ice, wet, layers Price less That's what it's like in the West I got my second wind, tio Cold, frio Below zero, Alaska, Juneau What do you know? What do we know? He think he got it, what do he know? We go, regal Ball like casino in Reno Pussy good like comido, chino Mi China es un diez and mi Blanca es un zero Oops, I mean punto cinco A lo Cubano te va cabrón Latino Name another negro that sound like me, doe Amigo Hipper than a hippopotamus, Haterin' Anonymous We're lyin' on the free throw, you gotta miss Let me in, I gotta piss Rooster, I don't got a wrist Water on the stove for the sauna mist Improvisational economists Onomatopoeia-Peter-picked-pepper Kass like to wear a thick sweater Kass gang tight like a leather with the zippers, catchy Pharrell with the yessir Eating hummus and pita rockin' Cold wife-beater in a blizzard When I get up in her, pushing on her innards Dinner, pizza Splinter, Cloud Masters Mediafire in a ho Diamonds acquired from the coal Really nothing wrong with the soul Just keep moving to the beat, the kid go The kid left, I been life, I been death Now I'm in a crawlspace Swisher with the baby step Baby with the Swisher breath

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 98.0 BPM
Duration: 5:35
Loudness: -6.8 dB
Key: G# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: The sixth track off of the Kool A.D. mixtape, WORK O.K. Look Fire, cook Meal Eat, check, deal Wow See me in a vehicle now Yes Photograph two breasts in a text Next Neck on a deck, flex Tight, stretch, player, dice, bet Mayor, ice, wet, layers Price less That's what it's like in the West I got my second wind, tio Cold, frio Below zero, Alaska, Juneau What do you know? What do we know? He think he got it, what do he know? We go, regal Ball like casino in Reno Pussy good like comido, chino Mi China es un diez and mi Blanca es un zero Oops, I mean punto cinco A lo Cubano te va cabrón Latino Name another negro that sound like me, doe Amigo Hipper than a hippopotamus, Haterin' Anonymous We're lyin' on the free throw, you gotta miss Let me in, I gotta piss Rooster, I don't got a wrist Water on the stove for the sauna mist Improvisational economists Onomatopoeia-Peter-picked-pepper Kass like to wear a thick sweater Kass gang tight like a leather with the zippers, catchy Pharrell with the yessir Eating hummus and pita rockin' Cold wife-beater in a blizzard When I get up in her, pushing on her innards Dinner, pizza Splinter, Cloud Masters Mediafire in a ho Diamonds acquired from the coal Really nothing wrong with the soul Just keep moving to the beat, the kid go The kid left, I been life, I been death Now I'm in a crawlspace Swisher with the baby step Baby with the Swisher breath


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 125.0 BPM
Duration: 6:35
Loudness: -8.6 dB
Key: A# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Ich bin ein Mann ohne Papiere Suchen sie ruhig nach Geld Ich werde ewig warten An den Ecken deiner Welt Du kannst weinen oder Lachen Ich werd' trotzdem weitermachen Denn am Steuer seines Lebens Lenkt man doch meist vergebens The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Don't you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Don't you know,this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! Hier geht es um Musik Auch wenn dir das nicht liegt Und wenn der Sound mir so gefällt Dann geht es nicht um Geld Es ist immer das gleiche Und niemand stellt die Weiche Denn am Steuer seines Lebens Lenkt man doch meist vergebens The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! So ist das nun mal!

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 125.0 BPM
Duration: 6:35
Loudness: -8.6 dB
Key: A# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Ich bin ein Mann ohne Papiere Suchen sie ruhig nach Geld Ich werde ewig warten An den Ecken deiner Welt Du kannst weinen oder Lachen Ich werd' trotzdem weitermachen Denn am Steuer seines Lebens Lenkt man doch meist vergebens The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Don't you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Don't you know,this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! Hier geht es um Musik Auch wenn dir das nicht liegt Und wenn der Sound mir so gefällt Dann geht es nicht um Geld Es ist immer das gleiche Und niemand stellt die Weiche Denn am Steuer seines Lebens Lenkt man doch meist vergebens The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! The record keeps spinning, baby, round and round Dont you know, this is the same old sound, again So ist das nun mal! So ist das nun mal!


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 107.3 BPM
Duration: 5:27
Loudness: -7.1 dB
Key: A# minor
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: Get Michelles music here Baby boy, girl - Daddy loves you with a world of strength But my thoughts of holdin you in my arms remain at arm's length See I was raised with romanticism, around a tradition Which states a man should have some children with his wisdom And your suspected mommy to be More beautiful than any woman I could wish to see standin next to me Intelligent, wise, beautiful eyes helps my intellect rise Through lows and highs, makes me love bein alive I've been dreamin 'bout your life since early teenage years Durin a haze of beer and blunts; I envisioned you once Immaculate black skin, me providin what you're lackin Us coolin out, watchin flicks, laughin Then your image disappeared, in a cloud of my fear You're not here, but I've got some things I want you to hear I'm scared I can't provide or survive on my own Let alone build you a solid home where love's shown Please allow me private moments as I gather this poem May this pen commit to paper my emotions and zones I'm on the highway in Montana and it's 7:42 And daddy wrote a rhyme just for you If there's one thing in this life that I do hope to achieve It's to give you all my love and make you strong before I leave Just for you (you) just for you (you) Just for you... What can I say next? In '81 I wore a pair of gray specs In '86 I started pumpin rap up in my tape deck A younger music, then MC's would recommend Knowledge of self, to help uplift and we'd ascend So I send similar, messages to my listeners Beyond perimeters, they advance to the rhythm of A kick, snare, and hi hat; the masses won't buy that It's drug sales and gun claps, so less loot's what I stack I know the flow of cash ain't all that it would take For you and I to form a bond so strong it'd never break But I couldn't stand havin nothin in my hand in the time of your need It's understood so shall I proceed? Indeed there's many other factors that do come into play That make me hesitate to bring you to this world of today See there's a sense of desperation from miseducation Which leaves our highest aimin far below required expectations To play a plain hand is, the usage of language Power's locked in codes so most misunderstand it Major corporations plan to dwarf the layman Our president's a profit margin; greed is growin strong and It's just a mental death condition spawned by logo recognition Dollar signs squalor minds, the prison's beyond our visions I identify a piece and write it down on a page Pray to God and hope for strength to practice healthier ways Please pardon if I ramble through the course of this poem May this pen commit to paper my emotions and zones I'm on the highway out in Cali, it's 11:42 And daddy wrote a rhyme just for you But you're not here because I fear what's in the future I perceive Got me shakin so I made a little song I'm gonna leave Just for you (you) just for you (you) Just for you... I had to take a long hiatus from writin this song Thought of you while I was gone Though my feelings vary, yes I'll carry on Larry, Sean, Diana, Dawn; shit I'll leave it up to Mom No idle title vital, strong; strength to help you move along Healthy self-esteem without a selfish dream Who got you thinkin wealth is green, I see you starin at that screen Well it's a black hole, it's used to extract soul Thought it was neat, kept the receipt and I'm 'bout to take it back though My mind roams through burnin homes, worldwide war zones Cremation of the last generation before clones If you should run into yourself on the street Lie then press delete, dye your hair and change your physique Unique survival pack words, when life walks backwards A rocky road that doesn't lack curves meant to rack nerves True, humankind has made life a disgrace But there's one thing that may keep you alive in this place Love may be found if your feet are on the ground Follow your heart but stop and start to take a look around Swear that's all that keeps me goin, love of flowin Love of family plus G-O-D, all seein and all knowin Pardon if I'm psycho when I'm writin alone May this pen commit to paper my emotions and zones I'm in Mexico, chillin with an oceanfront view And daddy wrote a song just for you Baby boy, your life should fulfill your dreams Just follow your heart and you'll get what you want every moment Always gon' be there, there for you, you, you Baby girl, your life should fulfill your dreams Just do what you love and you'll love what you do every moment

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 107.3 BPM
Duration: 5:27
Loudness: -7.1 dB
Key: A# minor
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: Get Michelles music here Baby boy, girl - Daddy loves you with a world of strength But my thoughts of holdin you in my arms remain at arm's length See I was raised with romanticism, around a tradition Which states a man should have some children with his wisdom And your suspected mommy to be More beautiful than any woman I could wish to see standin next to me Intelligent, wise, beautiful eyes helps my intellect rise Through lows and highs, makes me love bein alive I've been dreamin 'bout your life since early teenage years Durin a haze of beer and blunts; I envisioned you once Immaculate black skin, me providin what you're lackin Us coolin out, watchin flicks, laughin Then your image disappeared, in a cloud of my fear You're not here, but I've got some things I want you to hear I'm scared I can't provide or survive on my own Let alone build you a solid home where love's shown Please allow me private moments as I gather this poem May this pen commit to paper my emotions and zones I'm on the highway in Montana and it's 7:42 And daddy wrote a rhyme just for you If there's one thing in this life that I do hope to achieve It's to give you all my love and make you strong before I leave Just for you (you) just for you (you) Just for you... What can I say next? In '81 I wore a pair of gray specs In '86 I started pumpin rap up in my tape deck A younger music, then MC's would recommend Knowledge of self, to help uplift and we'd ascend So I send similar, messages to my listeners Beyond perimeters, they advance to the rhythm of A kick, snare, and hi hat; the masses won't buy that It's drug sales and gun claps, so less loot's what I stack I know the flow of cash ain't all that it would take For you and I to form a bond so strong it'd never break But I couldn't stand havin nothin in my hand in the time of your need It's understood so shall I proceed? Indeed there's many other factors that do come into play That make me hesitate to bring you to this world of today See there's a sense of desperation from miseducation Which leaves our highest aimin far below required expectations To play a plain hand is, the usage of language Power's locked in codes so most misunderstand it Major corporations plan to dwarf the layman Our president's a profit margin; greed is growin strong and It's just a mental death condition spawned by logo recognition Dollar signs squalor minds, the prison's beyond our visions I identify a piece and write it down on a page Pray to God and hope for strength to practice healthier ways Please pardon if I ramble through the course of this poem May this pen commit to paper my emotions and zones I'm on the highway out in Cali, it's 11:42 And daddy wrote a rhyme just for you But you're not here because I fear what's in the future I perceive Got me shakin so I made a little song I'm gonna leave Just for you (you) just for you (you) Just for you... I had to take a long hiatus from writin this song Thought of you while I was gone Though my feelings vary, yes I'll carry on Larry, Sean, Diana, Dawn; shit I'll leave it up to Mom No idle title vital, strong; strength to help you move along Healthy self-esteem without a selfish dream Who got you thinkin wealth is green, I see you starin at that screen Well it's a black hole, it's used to extract soul Thought it was neat, kept the receipt and I'm 'bout to take it back though My mind roams through burnin homes, worldwide war zones Cremation of the last generation before clones If you should run into yourself on the street Lie then press delete, dye your hair and change your physique Unique survival pack words, when life walks backwards A rocky road that doesn't lack curves meant to rack nerves True, humankind has made life a disgrace But there's one thing that may keep you alive in this place Love may be found if your feet are on the ground Follow your heart but stop and start to take a look around Swear that's all that keeps me goin, love of flowin Love of family plus G-O-D, all seein and all knowin Pardon if I'm psycho when I'm writin alone May this pen commit to paper my emotions and zones I'm in Mexico, chillin with an oceanfront view And daddy wrote a song just for you Baby boy, your life should fulfill your dreams Just follow your heart and you'll get what you want every moment Always gon' be there, there for you, you, you Baby girl, your life should fulfill your dreams Just do what you love and you'll love what you do every moment


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 125.2 BPM
Duration: 5:55
Loudness: -8.0 dB
Key: B minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae Reggae in England Reggae in America Reggae in Canada Reggae in Jamaica Reggae all over You do the reggae You do the reggae You do a Reggae in Germany Reggae in Italy Reggae in France Reggae all over You do the reggae You do the reggae You do a Hey chief, come on over and give me the reggae, would you please? Rock town Take your time Move your line Do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae You do it You do the reggae You do the reggae reggae You do it Reggae in Africa Radisha Nigeria You do the reggae You do it You do it Reggae in China Reggae in Japan You do the reggae You do the reggae Tell you about nasa You do the reggae You do the reggae You You do Come on over and do the reggae with me Rock town Take your time Move your line

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 125.2 BPM
Duration: 5:55
Loudness: -8.0 dB
Key: B minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae Reggae in England Reggae in America Reggae in Canada Reggae in Jamaica Reggae all over You do the reggae You do the reggae You do a Reggae in Germany Reggae in Italy Reggae in France Reggae all over You do the reggae You do the reggae You do a Hey chief, come on over and give me the reggae, would you please? Rock town Take your time Move your line Do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae You do the reggae You do it You do the reggae You do the reggae reggae You do it Reggae in Africa Radisha Nigeria You do the reggae You do it You do it Reggae in China Reggae in Japan You do the reggae You do the reggae Tell you about nasa You do the reggae You do the reggae You You do Come on over and do the reggae with me Rock town Take your time Move your line


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 125.8 BPM
Duration: 6:26
Loudness: -10.1 dB
Key: G# major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: All good things must come to an end If I could be there again For just a little while I hear voices in the air I wish that I could be there Maybe someday, I don't know Maybe someday, maybe someway I don't know Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings There's so many things that I could have said I hope someday that I could be led Led by your hand wherever we go I can't bear the thought of that day I wish it could be wiped away Maybe someday, maybe someway I don't know Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings Why do things happen this way I felt so much anger When they put you away Stevie Ray Living life is so hard to do When all my time spent is missing you Trying to get by without you're love I have so many feelings to share But I look up and you're not there All I have is memories Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 125.8 BPM
Duration: 6:26
Loudness: -10.1 dB
Key: G# major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: All good things must come to an end If I could be there again For just a little while I hear voices in the air I wish that I could be there Maybe someday, I don't know Maybe someday, maybe someway I don't know Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings There's so many things that I could have said I hope someday that I could be led Led by your hand wherever we go I can't bear the thought of that day I wish it could be wiped away Maybe someday, maybe someway I don't know Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings Why do things happen this way I felt so much anger When they put you away Stevie Ray Living life is so hard to do When all my time spent is missing you Trying to get by without you're love I have so many feelings to share But I look up and you're not there All I have is memories Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings Wait just long enough See what tomorrow brings


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 107.9 BPM
Duration: 4:06
Loudness: -12.7 dB
Key: C# major
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics:

Output: Natural Elements - More Than Vocals (MTV) Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo): My AK spray yall cockroaches like combat Swigga (AKA L-Swift): I got the notion, the potion is cognac Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta): Whats all the commotion? Calm that down All: NE pound through your surround sound Roll up the icky now, get loco with me. Im pissy Off of the Makers Mark, A gon make his mark within State-of-the-art equipment, straight from the heart I live, breathe, eat, and shit this out of my system Vision me riding, clips inside of my iron Slimmies on the side of me smiling, they trick for them diamonds I take trips to the islands and relax with my brethren Then its back to the session for some lyric refinement But this is more than vocals. My moral code is sworn To the oath of the dojo system of honor, with strict Rules of conduct, but Im still twisting my ganja, getting Hit off of vodka. Im still ill with itwhy not, partner? Pardon my awkward approach to the flowI just Smokes my roach and let go. Most only Hope to blow and get doughnot us. Were focused This is more than vocals. Swigga, let em know Yeah I know youre wondering where NE been and where we go to Were tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you Its more than music, motherfucker, this is more than vocals NE crew, NE, yes I know youre wondering where NE been and where we go to Were tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you Its more than music, motherfucker, this is more than vocals NE, yes, NE, yeah Can I get my skrilla on? Swigga Da Don in this biatch When I get my drinking on, niggas is gone to the triage Im in the midst of a storm. Shit, I just want you to see that NE crew, NE is Not to be fucked with, disgusted or love it or hate it Suck on my nuts, bitch, hug em and rub em and taste em Whats with the public? Fuck the discussion, Im blazing NE crew, NE is More than a covenantmy brothers were sent from the Heaven Water and Doublemint, some blunts from the 7-Eleven (Youre on some other shit) Fuck you, Im bent and Im repping NE crew, NE, ho Im spazzing and tweaking, the pastor is preaching the sermon But Im asking the deacon to pass me the weed and the bourbon Im actually speeding, my passion for Jesus Im learning NE, yes, NE. Were from Saint Lucia, Africa, and P.R Lame groupies stay cruising after us in the car, but theyre Stupid, way foolish. Access love from abroad and theyll Do us. Straight music, put the strap on a pause Theyll shoot itA knew it cause he thinking alike. Agu Knew it cause he been living a Crhyminal Life, and Im Bar with the bar to bang to bang boogie. We could Spar at the baryou ran, your man pussy, oh! This is what it sound like when NE smashing This is what it sound like when NE blasting This is what it sound like when NE clapping This is what it sounds like Yeah. Agu. Mr. Voo. NE. Yeah. Were gonna get into it like this Motherfucker, you diss me I wont make a song for you, run up in your offices Pull a .38 Long on you. I aint trying to Serenade like you got a thong on you. Wet your dome Like hairspray, Voodoo is a stronger dudeyou think not? Bloodll stain your clothes like ink blots. This aint B-ball, but Ill throw it up and sink shots, leave your brain Holy and stringy like a basketball net. Think out The box, duke, cause, fuck with me, a casket yall get. I take No ass. Houses, people, car, stay with the glove and the Mask like Im surrounded by people with SARS. Like prisons Surround people with bars, thats what my words do. Sick with The bricks, you can say I got the bird flu, keep a Buzz like Im pot or a five-cent bag of traum And the only buzz you got is on your intercom I drive whores loco, NE be more than local Four-four smokell show you fools that its more than vocal Yeah I know youre wondering where NE been and where we go to Were tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you Its more than music, motherfucker, this is more than vocals NE crew, NE, yes I know youre wondering where NE been and where we go to Were tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you Its more than music, motherfucker, this is more than vocals NE, yes, NE Ho! Yeah, its straight like that

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 107.9 BPM
Duration: 4:06
Loudness: -12.7 dB
Key: C# major
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics: Natural Elements - More Than Vocals (MTV) Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo): My AK spray yall cockroaches like combat Swigga (AKA L-Swift): I got the notion, the potion is cognac Anthony Cruz (AKA A-Butta): Whats all the commotion? Calm that down All: NE pound through your surround sound Roll up the icky now, get loco with me. Im pissy Off of the Makers Mark, A gon make his mark within State-of-the-art equipment, straight from the heart I live, breathe, eat, and shit this out of my system Vision me riding, clips inside of my iron Slimmies on the side of me smiling, they trick for them diamonds I take trips to the islands and relax with my brethren Then its back to the session for some lyric refinement But this is more than vocals. My moral code is sworn To the oath of the dojo system of honor, with strict Rules of conduct, but Im still twisting my ganja, getting Hit off of vodka. Im still ill with itwhy not, partner? Pardon my awkward approach to the flowI just Smokes my roach and let go. Most only Hope to blow and get doughnot us. Were focused This is more than vocals. Swigga, let em know Yeah I know youre wondering where NE been and where we go to Were tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you Its more than music, motherfucker, this is more than vocals NE crew, NE, yes I know youre wondering where NE been and where we go to Were tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you Its more than music, motherfucker, this is more than vocals NE, yes, NE, yeah Can I get my skrilla on? Swigga Da Don in this biatch When I get my drinking on, niggas is gone to the triage Im in the midst of a storm. Shit, I just want you to see that NE crew, NE is Not to be fucked with, disgusted or love it or hate it Suck on my nuts, bitch, hug em and rub em and taste em Whats with the public? Fuck the discussion, Im blazing NE crew, NE is More than a covenantmy brothers were sent from the Heaven Water and Doublemint, some blunts from the 7-Eleven (Youre on some other shit) Fuck you, Im bent and Im repping NE crew, NE, ho Im spazzing and tweaking, the pastor is preaching the sermon But Im asking the deacon to pass me the weed and the bourbon Im actually speeding, my passion for Jesus Im learning NE, yes, NE. Were from Saint Lucia, Africa, and P.R Lame groupies stay cruising after us in the car, but theyre Stupid, way foolish. Access love from abroad and theyll Do us. Straight music, put the strap on a pause Theyll shoot itA knew it cause he thinking alike. Agu Knew it cause he been living a Crhyminal Life, and Im Bar with the bar to bang to bang boogie. We could Spar at the baryou ran, your man pussy, oh! This is what it sound like when NE smashing This is what it sound like when NE blasting This is what it sound like when NE clapping This is what it sounds like Yeah. Agu. Mr. Voo. NE. Yeah. Were gonna get into it like this Motherfucker, you diss me I wont make a song for you, run up in your offices Pull a .38 Long on you. I aint trying to Serenade like you got a thong on you. Wet your dome Like hairspray, Voodoo is a stronger dudeyou think not? Bloodll stain your clothes like ink blots. This aint B-ball, but Ill throw it up and sink shots, leave your brain Holy and stringy like a basketball net. Think out The box, duke, cause, fuck with me, a casket yall get. I take No ass. Houses, people, car, stay with the glove and the Mask like Im surrounded by people with SARS. Like prisons Surround people with bars, thats what my words do. Sick with The bricks, you can say I got the bird flu, keep a Buzz like Im pot or a five-cent bag of traum And the only buzz you got is on your intercom I drive whores loco, NE be more than local Four-four smokell show you fools that its more than vocal Yeah I know youre wondering where NE been and where we go to Were tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you Its more than music, motherfucker, this is more than vocals NE crew, NE, yes I know youre wondering where NE been and where we go to Were tired of doing all this talk and we just want to show you Its more than music, motherfucker, this is more than vocals NE, yes, NE Ho! Yeah, its straight like that


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 134.9 BPM
Duration: 3:36
Loudness: -8.7 dB
Key: B minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Well, dear Mr. President I live in the suburbs It's a long way from Washington, D.C. Had me a job Workin' for wages 'Til the company moved out And they forgot about me Can't draw unemployment For some unknown reason My kids are hungry Got four mouths to feed I go out every day looking for suitable employment Do you think that there's something you could do for me? 'Cause I'm Down and out here in paradise Down and out and I'm on my knees I'm down and out here in paradise Looks like the milk and honey Done run out on me Dear Mr. President I used to be a dancer Got a little bit too old So I became a secretary Married a man In Las Vegas, Nevada And ten years later He ran out on the kids and me Some said I was pretty But those days are over Now I've no place to live And I'm out on the streets Oh, Mr. President Can I tell you a secret? I never ever thought that this could happen to me Cause I'm Down and out here in paradise Down and out and I'm on my knees I'm down and out here in paradise Looks like the milk and honey Done run out on me Well, dear Mr. President I'm just a young kid I'm in the fourth grade At Riley Elementary My mom and dad's been actin' funny I'm not sure what If it ain't got something to do with me My daddy's always drunk My mom's a babysitter And I don't like the Russians 'Cause I hear they hate me Dear Mr. President Can I ask you one question? When the bombs fall down Will they hurt everyone in my family? Yeah, yeah Down and out here in paradise I'm down and out and I'm on my knees Down and out here in paradise Looks like the land of milk and honey Done left me Hey hey hey Whoo Hey hey hey 'Cause I'm down and out here in paradise I'm down and out and I'm on my knees Down and out here in paradise

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 134.9 BPM
Duration: 3:36
Loudness: -8.7 dB
Key: B minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Well, dear Mr. President I live in the suburbs It's a long way from Washington, D.C. Had me a job Workin' for wages 'Til the company moved out And they forgot about me Can't draw unemployment For some unknown reason My kids are hungry Got four mouths to feed I go out every day looking for suitable employment Do you think that there's something you could do for me? 'Cause I'm Down and out here in paradise Down and out and I'm on my knees I'm down and out here in paradise Looks like the milk and honey Done run out on me Dear Mr. President I used to be a dancer Got a little bit too old So I became a secretary Married a man In Las Vegas, Nevada And ten years later He ran out on the kids and me Some said I was pretty But those days are over Now I've no place to live And I'm out on the streets Oh, Mr. President Can I tell you a secret? I never ever thought that this could happen to me Cause I'm Down and out here in paradise Down and out and I'm on my knees I'm down and out here in paradise Looks like the milk and honey Done run out on me Well, dear Mr. President I'm just a young kid I'm in the fourth grade At Riley Elementary My mom and dad's been actin' funny I'm not sure what If it ain't got something to do with me My daddy's always drunk My mom's a babysitter And I don't like the Russians 'Cause I hear they hate me Dear Mr. President Can I ask you one question? When the bombs fall down Will they hurt everyone in my family? Yeah, yeah Down and out here in paradise I'm down and out and I'm on my knees Down and out here in paradise Looks like the land of milk and honey Done left me Hey hey hey Whoo Hey hey hey 'Cause I'm down and out here in paradise I'm down and out and I'm on my knees Down and out here in paradise


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 156.1 BPM
Duration: 2:23
Loudness: -11.7 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics:

Output: For you my heart was yearning And how I loved you so Its 'cause of you My dick is burning It's dripping on my tongue

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 156.1 BPM
Duration: 2:23
Loudness: -11.7 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics: For you my heart was yearning And how I loved you so Its 'cause of you My dick is burning It's dripping on my tongue


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 202.0 BPM
Duration: 2:18
Loudness: -5.0 dB
Key: A minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Well, now me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley And I kept rollin' them sevens and winnin' all them pots My luck was so good, I could do no wrong I just kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones Finally, they just threw up their hands and said "When you hot, you hot," I said, "Yeah" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again When you're hot, you're hot La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, when you're hot, you're hot Well, now every time I rolled them dice, I'd win And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again When I heard somethin' behind me I turned around and there was a big old cop He said, "Hello, boys," then he gave us a grin, said "Look like I'm gon' have to haul y'all in And keep all that money for evidence" I said, "Well, son when you hot, you hot," he said, "Yeah" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not "You can 'splain it all down at City Hall" I said, "Yeah, when you're hot, you're hot" La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, when you're hot, you're hot Well, when he took us in to court, I couldn't believe my eyes The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized I said, "Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal I'll pay you that hundred I owe you if you'll get me outta this spot" So he gave my friends a little fine to pay He turned around and grinned at me and said "Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot" And I said, "Thanks a lot" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me He said, "Well, when you're hot, you're hot" I said, "Well, I'll tell you one thing, judge, old buddy, old pal If you wasn't wearin' that black robe I'd take you out in back of this courthouse And I'd try a little bit of your honor on" "You understand that, you hillbilly? Who's gonna collect my welfare? Pay for my Cadillac? What do you mean "Contempt of Court"? Judge, oh, judge, judgie-poo"

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 202.0 BPM
Duration: 2:18
Loudness: -5.0 dB
Key: A minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Well, now me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley And I kept rollin' them sevens and winnin' all them pots My luck was so good, I could do no wrong I just kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones Finally, they just threw up their hands and said "When you hot, you hot," I said, "Yeah" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again When you're hot, you're hot La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, when you're hot, you're hot Well, now every time I rolled them dice, I'd win And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again When I heard somethin' behind me I turned around and there was a big old cop He said, "Hello, boys," then he gave us a grin, said "Look like I'm gon' have to haul y'all in And keep all that money for evidence" I said, "Well, son when you hot, you hot," he said, "Yeah" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not "You can 'splain it all down at City Hall" I said, "Yeah, when you're hot, you're hot" La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, when you're hot, you're hot Well, when he took us in to court, I couldn't believe my eyes The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized I said, "Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal I'll pay you that hundred I owe you if you'll get me outta this spot" So he gave my friends a little fine to pay He turned around and grinned at me and said "Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot" And I said, "Thanks a lot" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me He said, "Well, when you're hot, you're hot" I said, "Well, I'll tell you one thing, judge, old buddy, old pal If you wasn't wearin' that black robe I'd take you out in back of this courthouse And I'd try a little bit of your honor on" "You understand that, you hillbilly? Who's gonna collect my welfare? Pay for my Cadillac? What do you mean "Contempt of Court"? Judge, oh, judge, judgie-poo"


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 124.6 BPM
Duration: 2:16
Loudness: -11.7 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Hey Joe, where'd you find that pearly-girly? Where'd you get that jolly-dolly? How'd you rate that dish I wish was mine? Hey Joe, she's got skin that's creamy-dreamy Eyes that look so lovey-dovey Lips as red as cherry-berry wine Now listen Joe, I ain't no heel But old buddy let me tell you how I feel She's a honey, she's a sugar-pie I'm warning you I'm gonna try to steal her from you Hey Joe, though we've been the best of friends This is where our friendship ends I gotta have that dolly for my own Hey Joe, come on let's be buddy-duddy Show me you're my palsy-walsy Introduce that pretty little chick to me Hey Joe, quit that waiting, hesitating Let me at her, what's the matter You're as slow as any Joe can be Now come on Joe, let's make a deal Let me dance with her to see if she is real She's the cutest girl I've ever seen I'll tell you face to face I mean to steal her from you Hey Joe, now we'll be friends till the end This looks like the end, my friend I gotta have that dolly for my own

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 124.6 BPM
Duration: 2:16
Loudness: -11.7 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Hey Joe, where'd you find that pearly-girly? Where'd you get that jolly-dolly? How'd you rate that dish I wish was mine? Hey Joe, she's got skin that's creamy-dreamy Eyes that look so lovey-dovey Lips as red as cherry-berry wine Now listen Joe, I ain't no heel But old buddy let me tell you how I feel She's a honey, she's a sugar-pie I'm warning you I'm gonna try to steal her from you Hey Joe, though we've been the best of friends This is where our friendship ends I gotta have that dolly for my own Hey Joe, come on let's be buddy-duddy Show me you're my palsy-walsy Introduce that pretty little chick to me Hey Joe, quit that waiting, hesitating Let me at her, what's the matter You're as slow as any Joe can be Now come on Joe, let's make a deal Let me dance with her to see if she is real She's the cutest girl I've ever seen I'll tell you face to face I mean to steal her from you Hey Joe, now we'll be friends till the end This looks like the end, my friend I gotta have that dolly for my own


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 162.9 BPM
Duration: 3:12
Loudness: -7.2 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Well I said women All around the place Come and see me Face to face Well I said women You got a broken heart? Come and see me Right from the start I'll make you feel all right 'Cause I said women Walking down the street Come and see me I'm the one to meet Well I said women You got a broken heart? Come and see me Right from the start I'll make you feel all right I'll make you feel all right 'Cause I say women All around the place Come and see me Face to face Well I say women You got a broken heart? Come and see me Right from the start I'll make you feel all right

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 162.9 BPM
Duration: 3:12
Loudness: -7.2 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Well I said women All around the place Come and see me Face to face Well I said women You got a broken heart? Come and see me Right from the start I'll make you feel all right 'Cause I said women Walking down the street Come and see me I'm the one to meet Well I said women You got a broken heart? Come and see me Right from the start I'll make you feel all right I'll make you feel all right 'Cause I say women All around the place Come and see me Face to face Well I say women You got a broken heart? Come and see me Right from the start I'll make you feel all right


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 160.0 BPM
Duration: 4:48
Loudness: -5.9 dB
Key: A# major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: You're the infection, my friend Disgusting right to the end Didn't I know it then? I knew it, I knew it You're basic, but hard to define Simple, yet somehow sublime Know you will strike again I knew it, I knew it You're all that's wrong With your dumbass psalms Yeah, that's all that you will ever be Nothing you can do 'Cause that's all that you will ever be Polished, you shimmer when shined But rotten and seething inside Everyone falls for this I knew it, I knew it You're all that's wrong With your dumbass psalms Yeah, that's all that you will ever be Nothing you can do 'Cause that's all that you will That's all that you will That's all that you will ever be Ever be, never be, want to be God Oh to be, need to be, holding the sod Throwing it, breaking it, over your grave Sending you back to the place you once came It would be hard to be you Knowing the right thing to do You're all that's wrong With your dumbass psalms Yeah, that's all that you will ever be Nothing you can do 'Cause that's all that you will ever be Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be You will never be (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You will never be (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You will never be (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You wanna be God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You wanna be God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You wanna be God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) It's all God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) It's all God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) God (It's all God) (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) It's all God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) It's all God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be)

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 160.0 BPM
Duration: 4:48
Loudness: -5.9 dB
Key: A# major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: You're the infection, my friend Disgusting right to the end Didn't I know it then? I knew it, I knew it You're basic, but hard to define Simple, yet somehow sublime Know you will strike again I knew it, I knew it You're all that's wrong With your dumbass psalms Yeah, that's all that you will ever be Nothing you can do 'Cause that's all that you will ever be Polished, you shimmer when shined But rotten and seething inside Everyone falls for this I knew it, I knew it You're all that's wrong With your dumbass psalms Yeah, that's all that you will ever be Nothing you can do 'Cause that's all that you will That's all that you will That's all that you will ever be Ever be, never be, want to be God Oh to be, need to be, holding the sod Throwing it, breaking it, over your grave Sending you back to the place you once came It would be hard to be you Knowing the right thing to do You're all that's wrong With your dumbass psalms Yeah, that's all that you will ever be Nothing you can do 'Cause that's all that you will ever be Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be You will never be (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You will never be (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You will never be (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You wanna be God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You wanna be God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) You wanna be God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) It's all God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) It's all God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) God (It's all God) (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) It's all God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) It's all God (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be) (Ever be, never be, wannabe, gonna be)


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 114.6 BPM
Duration: 3:20
Loudness: -8.3 dB
Key: E minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Say Sugar honey You gotta act like me You can take a passion lovin' panther Make him weak at the knees You can shake him like a rattle And roll him like a dice But honey you know I'm too big to be nice I gave away my independence to all them evil guys And when I got too hot they put my lips on ice Now I don't hold out with wise guys I see through their diguise 'Cause honey I'm to big to be fooled twice Well I don't know all the answers But I guess I know my share And I've taken all the chances But I never really cared Because I'm too big to be used You know I'm too big for my boots You know I'm too big to be abused And honey I never lose Now listen baby watch the way you walk And when it comes to talkin; watch the way you talk He'll tear you down and break you And make you if he can But honey you're too big too big for that man You know he can't understand you You're brakin' all the rules He's tried so hard to land you Just send him back to school Because you're too big to be used You know you're too big for your boots You know you're too big to be abused And honey you'll never lose Because I'm too big To be used You know I'm too big for my boots You know I'm too big to be abused And honey I never lose No No No No No I'm too big ...

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 114.6 BPM
Duration: 3:20
Loudness: -8.3 dB
Key: E minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Say Sugar honey You gotta act like me You can take a passion lovin' panther Make him weak at the knees You can shake him like a rattle And roll him like a dice But honey you know I'm too big to be nice I gave away my independence to all them evil guys And when I got too hot they put my lips on ice Now I don't hold out with wise guys I see through their diguise 'Cause honey I'm to big to be fooled twice Well I don't know all the answers But I guess I know my share And I've taken all the chances But I never really cared Because I'm too big to be used You know I'm too big for my boots You know I'm too big to be abused And honey I never lose Now listen baby watch the way you walk And when it comes to talkin; watch the way you talk He'll tear you down and break you And make you if he can But honey you're too big too big for that man You know he can't understand you You're brakin' all the rules He's tried so hard to land you Just send him back to school Because you're too big to be used You know you're too big for your boots You know you're too big to be abused And honey you'll never lose Because I'm too big To be used You know I'm too big for my boots You know I'm too big to be abused And honey I never lose No No No No No I'm too big ...


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 169.9 BPM
Duration: 3:15
Loudness: -7.5 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Stuck in a rocket over Mongolia what are we doing up here When we could be in Ulan Bator dancing and drinking beer Grande Fiesta Grande Fiesta Senoritas And a silver moon Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls There's only one thing on earth I miss, oh, I want it so Ruby red lips, and a hot kiss. To Ulan Bator, hey let's go Grande Fiesta Grande Fiesta Senoritas And a silver moon

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 169.9 BPM
Duration: 3:15
Loudness: -7.5 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Stuck in a rocket over Mongolia what are we doing up here When we could be in Ulan Bator dancing and drinking beer Grande Fiesta Grande Fiesta Senoritas And a silver moon Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls There's only one thing on earth I miss, oh, I want it so Ruby red lips, and a hot kiss. To Ulan Bator, hey let's go Grande Fiesta Grande Fiesta Senoritas And a silver moon


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 155.9 BPM
Duration: 4:48
Loudness: -6.2 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: I see myself in your eyes And suddenly there's nothing left for me to hide I used to be so scared of this And now you've gone And changed it all with just a kiss I held back But you held on Now we have everything we'll ever want A love without fences A love without walls A love where we're taking And giving it all A love without limits Where we can be free To follow our hearts Wherever they lead Baby, that's why we're here To love without fear I lose myself in your touch And finally I find that I am strong enough To listen to this voice within Telling me to throw all caution to the wind My heart beats like thunder And I am not afraid Cause baby, you showed me the way A love without fences A love without walls A love where we're taking And giving it all A love without limits Where we can be free To follow our hearts Wherever they lead Baby, that's why we're here To love without fear

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 155.9 BPM
Duration: 4:48
Loudness: -6.2 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: I see myself in your eyes And suddenly there's nothing left for me to hide I used to be so scared of this And now you've gone And changed it all with just a kiss I held back But you held on Now we have everything we'll ever want A love without fences A love without walls A love where we're taking And giving it all A love without limits Where we can be free To follow our hearts Wherever they lead Baby, that's why we're here To love without fear I lose myself in your touch And finally I find that I am strong enough To listen to this voice within Telling me to throw all caution to the wind My heart beats like thunder And I am not afraid Cause baby, you showed me the way A love without fences A love without walls A love where we're taking And giving it all A love without limits Where we can be free To follow our hearts Wherever they lead Baby, that's why we're here To love without fear


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 137.1 BPM
Duration: 3:47
Loudness: -12.2 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Mass communication now Cleans across the nation, it's on Mass ill iteration God We need a little concentration It's on What's in you, what's in you What's in you, what's in your head? All my friends going to get together Looks like sunny weather, it's on Everybody wants to hear rock and roll God have mercy on their souls, it's on What's in you, what's in you What's in you, what's in your head? Door bell rings, sweet young things "School newspaper" how do you write a song? Slip out the back way into the street I've got to find a way to beat the heat It's on, heats on What's in you, what's in you What's in you, what's in your head Ooooh, good looking, what's inside your head

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 137.1 BPM
Duration: 3:47
Loudness: -12.2 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Mass communication now Cleans across the nation, it's on Mass ill iteration God We need a little concentration It's on What's in you, what's in you What's in you, what's in your head? All my friends going to get together Looks like sunny weather, it's on Everybody wants to hear rock and roll God have mercy on their souls, it's on What's in you, what's in you What's in you, what's in your head? Door bell rings, sweet young things "School newspaper" how do you write a song? Slip out the back way into the street I've got to find a way to beat the heat It's on, heats on What's in you, what's in you What's in you, what's in your head Ooooh, good looking, what's inside your head


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 142.7 BPM
Duration: 2:44
Loudness: -8.7 dB
Key: C major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: فايق عليي فايق عليي نحنا اللي كنا بهاك العلية نبقى نلعب بالقناطر وقت الشتوية We don't have to hide And we don't have to run And we don't, can't get high High off, like you're mine I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Tonight, tonight I want the best for you I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Oh yeah

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 142.7 BPM
Duration: 2:44
Loudness: -8.7 dB
Key: C major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: فايق عليي فايق عليي نحنا اللي كنا بهاك العلية نبقى نلعب بالقناطر وقت الشتوية We don't have to hide And we don't have to run And we don't, can't get high High off, like you're mine I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Tonight, tonight I want the best for you I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Oh yeah


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 131.6 BPM
Duration: 3:11
Loudness: -11.4 dB
Key: D# major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: I wrote you a letter, mama Put it in your front yard I wrote you a letter Put it in your front yard I would love to come to see you But your good man's got me barred You wrote me a letter To come back the Newport noon You wrote me a letter, mama Come back the Newport noon To leave the town And don't spread the news I wrote you a letter, mama Sent you a telegram I wrote you a letter, mama Sent you a telegram Not to meet me in Memphis But meet me in Birmingham Um, hear me weep and moan Um, hear me weep and moan Honey, hear my pleading Hear me grieve and groan Ah, if I could get me One more drink of booze If I could get me One more drink of booze I guess it would ease these ol' writin' paper blues I caught a freight train special My mama caught a passenger behind Caught a freight train special My mama caught a passenger behind Said, "You can't quit me, papa There ain't no need in tryin'"

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 131.6 BPM
Duration: 3:11
Loudness: -11.4 dB
Key: D# major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: I wrote you a letter, mama Put it in your front yard I wrote you a letter Put it in your front yard I would love to come to see you But your good man's got me barred You wrote me a letter To come back the Newport noon You wrote me a letter, mama Come back the Newport noon To leave the town And don't spread the news I wrote you a letter, mama Sent you a telegram I wrote you a letter, mama Sent you a telegram Not to meet me in Memphis But meet me in Birmingham Um, hear me weep and moan Um, hear me weep and moan Honey, hear my pleading Hear me grieve and groan Ah, if I could get me One more drink of booze If I could get me One more drink of booze I guess it would ease these ol' writin' paper blues I caught a freight train special My mama caught a passenger behind Caught a freight train special My mama caught a passenger behind Said, "You can't quit me, papa There ain't no need in tryin'"


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 137.7 BPM
Duration: 4:49
Loudness: -6.5 dB
Key: F minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: (What's good, Shredder?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Henney Major, you going crazy) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Flynno, that's crazy) Ride with that chopper, this shit gon' get hectic Pussy nigga, man, he really been flexing Stripping they pockets and leaving 'em naked Fuzzy just did all this shit on my necklace Locked in that cell but it felt like a blessing Bad decision, it gon' turn to a lesson Rappers be talking 'bout shit they ain't did I got that chopper, load up and get it Bitches be tripping, that ho washed away Doctor prescribеd me some more of thе meds I got some problems, this shit in my head You saw my lifestyle, I could've been dead Some of these demons I got, they been dead Traumatized, made me not sleep in the bed Say he want smoke, I'ma light it and spread Can't beef with no nigga, my opps is dead Chopper gon' chop up his house, clean the block Pussy nigga, man, they know how I rock Homixide Gang, bet they gon' slide in the box Pull up right on him, dropping the top Rap niggas clones, get hit with that Glock They gotta free Lil Tim and GPS tracker, get stamped with that box Homixide Gang, knock off his top Get in a spot with some bands in the clock Set up the cameras and watch out for narcs Watch for them niggas who circle the block We don't say chopper no more, they some mops Young nigga hop out like Jack In The Box Roll up a backwood, I call it an opp You don't want smoke with the Problem, just stop I'm feeling like Gotti, , he got dropped Ride with that chopper, this shit gon' get hectic Pussy nigga, man, he really been flexing Stripping they pockets and leaving 'em naked Fuzzy just did all this shit on my necklace Locked in that cell but it felt like a blessing Bad decision, it gon' turn to a lesson Rappers be talking 'bout shit they ain't did I got that chopper, load up and get it Bitches be tripping, that ho washed away Doctor prescribed me some more of the meds I got some problems, this shit in my head You saw my lifestyle, I could've been dead Some of these demons I got, they been dead Traumatized, made me not sleep in the bed Say he want smoke, I'ma light it and spread Can't beef with no nigga, my opps is dead

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 137.7 BPM
Duration: 4:49
Loudness: -6.5 dB
Key: F minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: (What's good, Shredder?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Henney Major, you going crazy) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Flynno, that's crazy) Ride with that chopper, this shit gon' get hectic Pussy nigga, man, he really been flexing Stripping they pockets and leaving 'em naked Fuzzy just did all this shit on my necklace Locked in that cell but it felt like a blessing Bad decision, it gon' turn to a lesson Rappers be talking 'bout shit they ain't did I got that chopper, load up and get it Bitches be tripping, that ho washed away Doctor prescribеd me some more of thе meds I got some problems, this shit in my head You saw my lifestyle, I could've been dead Some of these demons I got, they been dead Traumatized, made me not sleep in the bed Say he want smoke, I'ma light it and spread Can't beef with no nigga, my opps is dead Chopper gon' chop up his house, clean the block Pussy nigga, man, they know how I rock Homixide Gang, bet they gon' slide in the box Pull up right on him, dropping the top Rap niggas clones, get hit with that Glock They gotta free Lil Tim and GPS tracker, get stamped with that box Homixide Gang, knock off his top Get in a spot with some bands in the clock Set up the cameras and watch out for narcs Watch for them niggas who circle the block We don't say chopper no more, they some mops Young nigga hop out like Jack In The Box Roll up a backwood, I call it an opp You don't want smoke with the Problem, just stop I'm feeling like Gotti, , he got dropped Ride with that chopper, this shit gon' get hectic Pussy nigga, man, he really been flexing Stripping they pockets and leaving 'em naked Fuzzy just did all this shit on my necklace Locked in that cell but it felt like a blessing Bad decision, it gon' turn to a lesson Rappers be talking 'bout shit they ain't did I got that chopper, load up and get it Bitches be tripping, that ho washed away Doctor prescribed me some more of the meds I got some problems, this shit in my head You saw my lifestyle, I could've been dead Some of these demons I got, they been dead Traumatized, made me not sleep in the bed Say he want smoke, I'ma light it and spread Can't beef with no nigga, my opps is dead


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 141.0 BPM
Duration: 2:51
Loudness: -12.6 dB
Key: C minor
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics:

Output: Don't stop, Dan (No!) Man, you're insane (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Don't stop, don't stop, Dan (No!) Man, you're insane (Bow-wow-wow) Out (?) I met a little girl And she was really out of this world I said I'd teach her love and dance Sixty minute plan But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) I think you better go But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) She kept on sayin' no Now she cried Don't stop, don't stop loving, Dan You got fifty nine minutes to go Don't stop, Dan (No!) Man, you're insane (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Don't stop, don't stop, Dan (No!) Man, you're insane (Bow-wow-wow) I asked her for it I kissed her too She told me that would never do Then she gave me a kick that's mighty strong Sixty minutes long And she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) I think you better go But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) She kept on sayin' no Now she cried Don't stop, don't stop loving, Dan You got fifty nine minutes to go Don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane Don't stop, don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane I told her I'd like To hold her tight But she told me that wouldn't be right She just doesn't seem to understand my Sixty minute plan But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) I think you better go But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) She kept on sayin' no Now she cried Don't stop, don't stop loving, Dan You got fifty nine minutes to go Don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane Don't stop, don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane Don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane (fade out)

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 141.0 BPM
Duration: 2:51
Loudness: -12.6 dB
Key: C minor
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics: Don't stop, Dan (No!) Man, you're insane (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Don't stop, don't stop, Dan (No!) Man, you're insane (Bow-wow-wow) Out (?) I met a little girl And she was really out of this world I said I'd teach her love and dance Sixty minute plan But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) I think you better go But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) She kept on sayin' no Now she cried Don't stop, don't stop loving, Dan You got fifty nine minutes to go Don't stop, Dan (No!) Man, you're insane (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Don't stop, don't stop, Dan (No!) Man, you're insane (Bow-wow-wow) I asked her for it I kissed her too She told me that would never do Then she gave me a kick that's mighty strong Sixty minutes long And she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) I think you better go But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) She kept on sayin' no Now she cried Don't stop, don't stop loving, Dan You got fifty nine minutes to go Don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane Don't stop, don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane I told her I'd like To hold her tight But she told me that wouldn't be right She just doesn't seem to understand my Sixty minute plan But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) I think you better go But she said Don't (Don't!) Stop (Stop!) She kept on sayin' no Now she cried Don't stop, don't stop loving, Dan You got fifty nine minutes to go Don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane Don't stop, don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane Don't stop, Dan Man, you're insane (fade out)


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 155.5 BPM
Duration: 4:05
Loudness: -6.9 dB
Key: C# minor
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics:

Output: Like a madman I'm up in the morning Headin' for the walls of heartache Working everyday, bringing home a/the pail of heartbreak You look down and the walls are higher They are built from the tears you're cryin Oh, I got to bring it back I'm workin' til the day I'm dyin (oh, yeah!) Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby I'm a carpenter of love and affection! Breaking down the walls of heartache, baby Got to tear down all the loneliness and tears And build you up a house of love Yeah! Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Brick by brick, I'm tearin' them down! Yeah, lonely night, my name is given(?) Chip-chippin' at the walls of heartache Callin' out your name Go with a pail of heartbreak And the faces there before me Writing on and no tomorrow? Your letter of goodbye Is written on the walls of the heartache Oh yeah! Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby I'm a carpenter of love and affection Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby Got to tear down all the loneliness and tears And build you up a house of love Yeah! Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby. (Yeah yeah!) Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Tearin' them down Tearin' them down Watch me baby! I'm a carpenter! A carpenter of love! Love and affection! Brick by brick, tearing them down!

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 155.5 BPM
Duration: 4:05
Loudness: -6.9 dB
Key: C# minor
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics: Like a madman I'm up in the morning Headin' for the walls of heartache Working everyday, bringing home a/the pail of heartbreak You look down and the walls are higher They are built from the tears you're cryin Oh, I got to bring it back I'm workin' til the day I'm dyin (oh, yeah!) Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby I'm a carpenter of love and affection! Breaking down the walls of heartache, baby Got to tear down all the loneliness and tears And build you up a house of love Yeah! Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Brick by brick, I'm tearin' them down! Yeah, lonely night, my name is given(?) Chip-chippin' at the walls of heartache Callin' out your name Go with a pail of heartbreak And the faces there before me Writing on and no tomorrow? Your letter of goodbye Is written on the walls of the heartache Oh yeah! Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby I'm a carpenter of love and affection Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby Got to tear down all the loneliness and tears And build you up a house of love Yeah! Breakin' down the walls of heartache, baby. (Yeah yeah!) Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Shakin' down the walls of heartache! Tearin' them down Tearin' them down Watch me baby! I'm a carpenter! A carpenter of love! Love and affection! Brick by brick, tearing them down!