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Wordy Rappinghood

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Tom Tom Club

What are words worth? What are words worth? Words Words in papers, words in books Words on TV, words for crooks Words of comfort, words of peace Words to make the fighting cease Words to tell you what to do Words are working hard for you Eat your words but don't go hungry Words have always nearly hung me A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Hi kye yay, yippie yi kye yay Awoo awoo ayee kie chi' What are words worth? What are words worth? Words Words of nuance, words of skill And words of romance are a thrill Words are stupid, words are fun Words can put you on the run Mots pressés, mots sensés Mots qui disent la vérité Mots maudits, mots mentis Mots qui manquent le fruit d'esprit A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Hi kye yay, yippie yi kye yay Awoo awoo ayee kie chi' What are words worth? What are words worth? Words It's a rap race, with a fast pace Concrete words, abstract words Crazy words and lying words Hazy words and dying words Words of faith and tell me straight Rare words and swear words Good words and bad words A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Hi kye yay, yippie yi kye yay Awoo awoo ayee kie chi' What are words worth? What are words worth? Words Words can make you pay and pay Four-letter words I cannot say Panty, toilet, dirty devil Words are trouble, words are subtle Words of anger, words of hate Words over here, words out there In the air and everywhere Words of wisdom, words of strife Words that write the book I like Words won't find no right solution To the planet earth's pollution Say the right word, make a million Words are like a certain person Who can't say what they mean Don't mean what they say With a rap, rap here and a rap, rap there Here a rap, there a rap Everywhere a rap, rap Rap it up for the common good Let us enlist the neighborhood It's okay, I've overstood This is a wordy rappinghood, okay, bye A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam Hi kye yay, yippie yi kye yay Awoo awoo ayee kie chi' What are words worth? What are words worth? Words What are words worth? What are words worth? Words What are words worth? What are words worth? Words He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop He'll stop He'll stop Don't stop He'll stop

Write lyrics for a song that questions the value of words, using a repetitive structure with the phrase "What are words worth?" alongside a diverse list of word types, incorporating a nonsensical refrain and a rap-like outro.

Horchata

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Vampire Weekend

In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals In December, drinking horchata Look down your glasses at that Aranciata With lips and teeth to ask how my day went Boots and fists to pound on the pavement Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on You'd remember drinking horchata You'd still enjoy it with your foot on Masada Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Oh, you had it but oh, no, you lost it Looking back, you shouldn't have fought it In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals Years go by and hearts start to harden Those palms and firs that grew in your garden Are falling down and nearing the rosebeds The roots are shooting up through the tool shed Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Oh, you had it but oh, no, you lost it You understood so you shouldn't have fought it Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on

Write lyrics for a song that evokes a melancholic nostalgia, mixing the imagery of winter, warmth, and a lost feeling, incorporating specific elements like horchata, balaclavas, pincher crabs, and the contrast between physical and emotional landscapes.

Heartless

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Kanye West

In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so Cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo? Just remember that you talkin' to me though You need to watch the way you talkin' to me, yo I mean, after all the things that we been through I mean, after all the things we got into Ayo, I know of some things that you ain't told me Ayo, I did some things but that's the old me And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me So you walk around like you don't know me You got a new friend, well, I got homies But in the end, it's still so lonely In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so Dr. Evil? You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know I decided we wasn't gon' speak so Why we up 3 AM on the phone? Why do she be so mad at me fo'? Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold I won't stop, won't mess my groove up ‘Cause I already know how this thing go You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me They say that they don't see what you see in me You wait a couple of months, then you gon' see You'll never find nobody better than me In the night, I hear 'em talk (Me) The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? Talk and talk and talk and talk Baby, let's just knock it off They don't know what we been through They don't know 'bout me and you So I got somethin' new to see And you just gon' keep hatin' me And we just gon' be enemies I know you can't believe I could just leave it wrong And you can't make it right I'm gon' take off tonight into the night In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? (How, how?) Oh, how could you be so heartless? On and on and on and on And on and, and on and on and on

Write lyrics for a song that explores the theme of a man scorned by a cold-hearted woman, utilizing a blend of introspective and accusatory verses with a hip-hop/R&B style, featuring repetitive questioning, a sense of loneliness, and references to internal conflict and past experiences.

Flashing Lights

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Kanye West

Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in shoes and cars Wood floors in the new apartment Couture from the store's departments You more like "love to start shit" I'm more of the trips to Florida Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy? She in the mirror dancin' so sleazy I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?" And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte 'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these niggas got me I hate these niggas more than a Nazi As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do I know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) I know it's been a while, sweetheart We hardly talk, I was doin' my thang I know I was foul, baby Ayy, babe, lately, you've been all on my brain And if somebody woulda told me a month ago Frontin', though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know If somebody woulda told me a year ago It'll go get this difficult Feelin' like Katrina with no FEMA Like Martin with no Gina Like a flight with no Visa First class with the seat back, I still see ya In my past, you on the other side of the glass Of my memory's museum I'm just sayin', hey, Mona Lisa Come home, you know you can't roam without Caesar As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do I know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far But what do you know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do you know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights, lights, lights...)

Write lyrics for a song that reflects on a tumultuous relationship marked by luxury, fleeting intimacy, and public scrutiny, incorporating introspective moments, direct address, and a repetition of the phrase "Flashing lights."

Baby

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Justin Bieber

Oh, woah Oh, woah Oh, woah You know you love me, I know you care Just shout whenever and I'll be there You want my love, you want my heart And we will never, ever, ever be apart Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' We're just friends, what are you sayin'? Said "There's another," and looked right in my eyes My first love broke my heart for the first time, and I was like Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Oh, for you I would have done whatever And I just can't believe we ain't together And I wanna play it cool, but I'm losin' you I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring And I'm in pieces, baby, fix me And just shake me 'til you wake me from this bad dream I'm goin' down, down, down, down And I just can't believe my first love won't be around, and I'm like Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine (Luda) When I was 13, I had my first love There was nobody that compared to my baby And nobody came between us, nor could ever come above She had me goin' crazy Oh, I was starstruck She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks She made my heart pound, and skip a beat when I see her in the street and At school on the playground, but I really wanna see her on the weekend She knows she's got me dazing, 'cause she was so amazin' And now my heart is breakin', but I just keep on sayin' Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine I'm gone, yeah yeah yeah Now I'm all gone, yeah yeah yeah Now I'm all gone, yeah yeah yeah Now I'm all gone, gone, gone, gone, I'm gone

Write lyrics for a pop song about the heartbreak of a first love, incorporating a repetitive "baby" refrain, a spoken word verse, and a blend of hopeful and despondent tones.

Find Your Love

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Drake

I'm more than just an option (Hey, hey, hey) Refuse to be forgotten (Hey, hey, hey) I took a chance with my heart (Hey, hey, hey) And I feel it taking over I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart I'm more than just a number (Hey, hey, hey) I doubt you'll find another (Hey, hey, hey) So every single summer (Hey, hey, hey) I'll be the one that you'll remember and— I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart It's more than just a mission (Hey, hey, hey) You hear, but you don't listen (Hey, hey, hey) You better pay attention (Hey, hey, hey) And get what you've been missing I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart Too many times I've been wrong I guess being right takes too long I'm done waiting, there's nothing left to do But give all I have to you and I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart

Write lyrics for an upbeat pop song expressing a plea for reciprocated love and commitment, featuring repetitive lines, a call-and-response structure with "Hey, hey, hey" backing vocals, and an assertive tone conveying the singer's worth and determination.

Anxiety

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Black Eyed Peas

I feel like I wanna smack somebody Turn around and bitch slap somebody But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no) I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no) Anxieties bash my mind in Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no) I won't lose control bro (no, no, no) Shackle and chained My soul feels stained I can't explain got an itch on my brain Lately my whole aim is to maintain And regain control of my mainframe My bloods boiling its beatin' out propane My train of thoughts more like a runaway train I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane In the rain and I'm might just hydroplane I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from Uzi's I've been dealing with something that's worse than these That'll make you fall to your knees and that's The anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoias brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety My head keeps running away my brother The only thing making me stay my brother But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no) Gotta get myself back now God, I can't let my mind be Tell my enemy is my own Gots to find my inner wealth Gots to hold up my thoughts I can't get caught (no, no, no) I can't give into it now (no, no, no) Emotions are trapped set on lock Got my brain stuck goin through the motions Only I know what's up I'm filled up with pain Tryin' to gain my sanity Everywhere I turn it's a dead end in front of me With nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety Got me feelin' strange paranoia took over me And its weighin' me down And I can't run any longer, yo Knees to the ground I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from Uzi's I've been dealing with something that's worse than these That'll make you fall to your knees and that's The anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoias brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoias brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from Uzi's I've been dealing with something that's worse than these That'll make you fall to your knees and that's The anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoias brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoias brought me to my knees Lord, please, please, please Take away my anxiety

Write lyrics for a rap song expressing intense anxiety and the struggle to maintain control, incorporating vivid imagery, repeated refrains, and a conversational, streetwise tone with interjections of "bro" and "no, no, no."

Fuck You

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CeeLo Green

I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck her too" Said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best With a "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) Yeah, I'm sorry, I can't afford a Ferrari But that don't mean I can't get you there I guess he's an Xbox, and I'm more Atari But the way you play your game ain't fair I pity the fool that falls in love with you Oh, shit, she's a gold digger (Well) Just thought you should know, nigga Ooh, I've got some news for you Yeah, go run and tell your little boyfriend I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck her too" Said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best With a "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) Now I know that I had to borrow, hah Beg and steal and lie and cheat Tryin' to keep ya, tryin' to please ya 'Cause being in love with your ass ain't cheap, nah I pity the fool that falls in love with you Oh, shit, she's a gold digger (Well) Just thought you should know, nigga Ooh, I've got some news for you Ooh, I really hate yo ass right now I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck her too" Said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best With a "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) Now, baby, baby, baby, why do you wanna, wanna hurt me so bad? (So bad, so bad, so bad) I tried to tell my momma, but she told me, "This is one for your dad" (Your dad, your dad, your dad) Yes, she did, and I'm like Uh, why? Uh, why? Uh, why, lady? Oh, I love you Oh, I still love you, oh I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love Uh, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck her too" Said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best With a "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)

Write lyrics for a song in a raw, cynical, and resentful tone, expressing heartbreak and anger over a lost love who has moved on with someone wealthier, incorporating the phrase "Fuck you" repeatedly and comparing the singer to older technology like Atari.

Up Up Away

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Kid Cudi

Now when the sun come up I'll be there to say "What up" in the morning Brush my teeth Find that clip I been looking for since last night I feel so caught up in the bud I float somehow in my bedroom Turn around See myself in the mirror, I guess I'm cool And those happy thoughts in my head I'm feeling like I'm Peter Pan Minus the tights and the fairies Happy to see how far I've come To the same place it began My dreams and imagination Perfectly at peace So I move along a bit higher I'll be up-up and away, up-up and away 'Cause they gon' judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up-up and away, up-up and away 'Cause in the end, they'll judge me anyway, so, whatever Uh, higher learnin' I see the dreams I made So I'm cooler now I can take care of my mom and my little niece Zuri So sing along, lil mama You ain't gotta worry 'bout no drama, no I provide for friends and fam and fans And Cleveland City grinding, man Stay afloat, the key is hope I'll never let a motherfucker break me, dawg Who gives a fuck? If a nigga don't like your steeze Tell 'em to buzz off your N-U-T's We don't care what people say Dudes who critique your clothes are most gay I ain't gotta wait for no one If I wanna fly, I can fly for freedom, hey I'll be up-up and away, up-up and away 'Cause they gon' judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up-up and away, up-up and away 'Cause in the end, they'll judge me anyway, so, whatever Wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (Yeah) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (We'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (We'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (We'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (We'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (I'll be rolling one up) Wake, wake up, wake up, wake, wake up, wake (I'll be rolling up) I'll be up up and away, up up and away 'Cause they gon' judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up up and away, up up and away 'Cause in the end, they'll judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up up and away, up up and away 'Cause they gon' judge me anyway, so, whatever I'll be up up and away, up up and away 'Cause in the end, they'll judge me anyway, so, whatever Whatever So, whatever Whatever So, whatever The end is never the end A new challenge awaits A test no man could be prepared for A new hell he must conquer and destroy A new level of growth he must confront himself The machine and the ghost within This is the journey, of the Man on the Moon

Write lyrics for a song that expresses a feeling of carefree confidence and self-acceptance, with a theme of overcoming judgment and achieving personal freedom, incorporating references to waking up, smoking, and the artist's ability to provide for loved ones.

Ego Remix

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Beyonc

I got a big ego (Ha ha ha), I’m such a big ego (Uh-uh-uh) I got a big, (eh-eh-eh), ego, she love my big, (eh-eh-eh), ego So stroke my big, (eh-eh-eh), ego I like to joke around a little bit, but here we go Welcome to the wonderful world of gold-plated Earl, 'cause Every thing I throw up, blow up Talking to the girl She said, "Know what, grow up, you nasty," "I don’t understand why they trippin’, if you ask me" Flow is just the nicest, I emit the propane I just spit, probably just raised the gas prices Everybody in the club try and get as fresh as me What you want, dawg? Tryna stay recession free And spit, refreshingly when I rock the stadium You probably get sweaty you should bring a extra tee Now I’m standing next to Jay who standing next to B You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me That’s good for my ego, me and my ego And it go wherever we go my ego is my imaginary friend He was with me when I was only imagining I had dreams of the league, one day I play Kobe I walk up to Puff and he already know me Coulda let the dream killers kill my self esteem Or use the arrogance as a steam that power my dreams And my ego It's on baby, let's get lost You don't need to call into work 'cause you're the boss For real, want you to show me how you feel I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal Why? Well, you got the key to my heart But you ain't gonna need it, I'd rather you open up my body And show me secrets, you didn't know was inside No need for me to lie It's too big, it's too wide It's too strong, it won't fit It's too much, it's too tough He talk like this cause he can back it up He got a big ego, such a huge ego I love his big ego, it's too much He walk like this cause he can back it up Usually I'm humble, right now I don't choose You can leave with me or you could have the blues Some call it arrogant, I call it confident You decide when you find on what I'm working with Damn I know I'm killing you with them legs Better yet them thighs Matter a fact it's my smile or maybe my eyes Boy you a sight to see, kind of something like me It's too big, it's too wide It's too strong, it won't fit It's too much, it's too tough I talk like this cause I can back it up I got a big ego, such a huge ego But he loves my big ego, it's too much I walk like this cause I can back it up I, I walk like this cause I can back it up I, I talk like this cause I can back it up I, I can back it up, I can back it up I walk like this cause I can back it up It's too big, it's too wide It's too strong, it won't fit It's too much, it's too tough He talk like this cause he can back it up He got a big ego, such a huge ego I love his big ego, it's too much He walk like this cause he can back it up Ego so big, you must admit I got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch Ego so strong, if you ain't know I don't need no beat, I can sing it with piano... Whoa... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woo (Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh)

Write lyrics for a song that celebrates a large ego with boastful and confident rapping, incorporating playful humor, catchy repetition, and a back-and-forth between male and female perspectives, with a focus on physical attraction and the ability to "back it up."

Billionaire

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Travie McCoy

I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad Buy all of the things I never had I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen Oh, every time I close my eyes I see my name in shiny lights, yeah A different city every night, oh, I, I swear The world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire Yeah, I would have a show like Oprah, I would be the host of Everyday Christmas, give Travie a wish list I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit Give away a few Mercedes, like, here, lady, have this And last but not least, grant somebody their last wish It's been a couple months that I've been single so You can call me Travie Claus minus the ho-ho Aha, get it? I'd probably visit where Katrina hit And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did Yeah, can't forget about me, stupid Everywhere I go, I'ma have my own theme music Oh, every time I close my eyes (What you see, what you see, bruh?) I see my name in shiny lights (Uh-ha, uh-ha, yeah, what else?) Oh, yeah, yeah, a different city every night, oh, I, I swear The world better prepare (For what?) for when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh, when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (Let's go) I be playing basketball with the president Dunking on his delegates Then I compliment him on his political etiquette Toss a couple milli' in the air just for the heck of it But keep the fives, twennies, tens, and bens completely separate And yeah, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession but let me take a crack at it I'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks And not a single tummy around me Would know what hungry was Eating good, sleeping soundly I know we all have a similar dream Go in your pocket, pull out your wallet And put it in the air and sing I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad (So bad) Buy all of the things I never had (Buy everything, ha-ha) I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (What up, Oprah? Ha-ha) Oh, every time I close my eyes (What you see, what you see, bruh?) I see my name in shiny lights (Uh-ha, uh-ha, yeah, what else?) Oh, yeah, yeah, a different city every night, oh, I, I swear The world better prepare (For what?) for when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (Sing it) when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh) I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad

Write lyrics for a pop/hip-hop song expressing a strong desire for extreme wealth and fame, filled with humorous and exaggerated scenarios of philanthropy and luxury, referencing contemporary figures and events, and featuring a catchy, repetitive chorus.

Poker Face

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Lady Gaga

Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please (Woo) Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) LoveGame intuition, play the cards with spades to start And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be (Woo) A little gamblin' is fun when you're with me (I love it, woo) Russian roulette is not the same without a gun And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun, fun Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) (Mum mum mum mah) (Mum mum mum mah) I won't tell you that I love you Kiss or hug you 'Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin I'm not lyin', I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunnin' Just like a chick in the casino Take your bank before I pay you out I promise this, promise this Check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (She's got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah)

Write lyrics for a song that incorporates the theme of card games, deception, and seductiion, incorporating lyrics with a dance-pop style, and using a poker-themed structure and referencing gambling and playing cards.

Runaway Love Remix

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Justin Bieber

Visual visual, JB Yo, Ye, what up? Raekwon You got stacks like the International House of Pancakes All alone, ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms is wet, a don's regret Never to walk miles for love, I sit in the starter's deck It just happened, I was floatin', you seen the captain? Blinked at me then I threw him my thinking cap Take her, then we could slide to Jamaica Shop for like a year or two, stop in Diego It's obvious, I want to see who your mami is We just friends so she can't Clyde, Bonnie this Fly walls, dinin' in fly halls Come to the master suite, leave every piece in the master hall All my money tied in knots Stand over there, that's why I make it happen on blocks Brazil cut sweater, Audi leather Playin' the field, tryin' to out-slick Baretta You see my baby up and hit the road Where she's going? That's what nobody knows I need to find her 'fore another man does I wouldn't want him to steal my love I'm just tryna be cool, cool, cool Tryna be cool, what you expect me to do? I'm just tryna find, find, find this sweet love of mine I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not letting up I'd give it all up for us, but it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love Last name West and my teeth diamonds She said, "Yo, what's your occupation, crazy rhymin'?" Listen to Wu-Tang, tryin' suits on Accoutrements is Grey Poupon Stuntin' in a high-top Louis, shorts is the Coogis Open up the door when you take her to the movies When you meet the parents, you tell De Niro Her boyfriend a zero, she need to cut the weirdo Next show, they gotta up the zeros Nobody rockin' like this sixteen years old The hard drums and the Wally's somethin' that caught me I'm tellin' you what Wu-Tang taught me The young youth, rockin' the gold tooth Pull up in a drop top, old school bumpin' to "Cash Rules" No question, we the reason why the summer's blazin' Then say, "You lookin' good, fly colored Asian" Raw, I give it to ya, no trivia She used to roll with my G-Unit like Olivia 'Til she caught me gettin' numbers and hugs I guess that's the day she became a runaway love I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not letting up I'd give it all up for us, but it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love Why can't I find you, love of mine When you're standing in front of my face? Oh why, I must be blind? How did I let you get away? Hahah, yeah Leave it up to the most high, sittin' in ghost fly Chillin' with two of my brothers We both live on deck, baggin' 'em on set This is how we roll independent, she a go, I'ma go get Take that queen or shorty up We can live it up every month, baby girl, just call me up Wakin' up, restin' in cold sweats Thinkin' of this ****, the videotapes, even the stress My mind is a terrible thing to waste No love lost, I know I'm goin' crazy, I can't floss Me, my lady, left my homies, it's all baloney Just like rockin' the old Ponys So when I'm chillin', I'm just lost, no more feelin' I need my honey in my life, get that? Feel me? Take your time, Rae, Justin, yeah, you shine My runaway love didn't mind, come on I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not letting up I'd give it all up for us, but it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that I'm not letting up I'd give it all up for us, but it'll never be enough I won't stop until I find my runaway love

Write lyrics for a song that is hip-hop. Write lyrics for a song that is a song about a man's love for his lost love. Write lyrics for a song about a man's search for his lost love, with lyrics in the style of the Wu Tang Clan and other artists.

Idioteque

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Radiohead

Who's in the bunker? Who's in the bunker? Women and children first, and the children first, and the children I'll laugh until my head comes off I'll swallow until I burst, until I burst, until I Who's in the bunker? Who's in the bunker? I have seen too much, you haven't seen enough, you haven't seen it I'll laugh until my head comes off Women and children first, and children first, and children Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Ice Age coming, Ice Age coming Let me hear both sides, let me hear both sides, let me hear both Ice Age coming, Ice Age coming Throw him in the fire, throw him in the fire, throw him on the We're not scaremongering This is really happening, happening We're not scaremongering This is really happening, happening Mobiles skwerking, mobiles chirping Take the money and run, take the money and run, take the money Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time Here I'm alive Everything all of the time (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the ch-) (first) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the ch-) (first) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the ch-) (first) (-n first) (And the childre-) (-n first) (And the childre-)

Write lyrics for a song that is unsettling and repetitive, featuring themes of societal collapse and impending doom, using a fragmented, almost stream-of-consciousness style with repeated phrases and a sense of urgency.

Alejandro

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Lady Gaga

I know that we are young, and I know that you may love me But I just can't be with you like this anymore Alejandro... She's got both hands in her pocket And she won't look at you, won't look at you She hides true love, en su bolsillo She's got a halo around her finger, around you You know that I love you, boy Hot, like Mexico, rejoice At this point, I've gotta choose Nothing to lose Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alejandro I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe, Fernando Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch Just smoke my cigarette and hush Don't call my name, don't call my name, Roberto Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro Stop, please, just let me go Alejandro, just let me go She's not broken, she's just a baby But her boyfriend's like her dad, just like her dad And all those flames that burned before him Now he's gotta firefight, gotta cool the bad You know that I love you, boy Hot, like Mexico, rejoice At this point, I've gotta choose Nothing to lose Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alejandro I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe, Fernando Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch Just smoke my cigarette and hush Don't call my name, don't call my name, Roberto Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro Don't bother me, don't bother me Alejandro Don't call my name, don't call my name Bye, Fernando I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe Alejandro Don't wanna kiss Don't wanna touch Fernando Don't call my name, don't call my name Alejandro I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe Fernando Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch Just smoke my cigarette and hush Don't call my name, don't call my name Roberto Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro (Don't call my name, don't call my name) Alejandro, Alejandro (I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe) Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro (Fernando) (Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch) Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro (Just smoke my cigarette and hush) (Don't call my name, don't call my name) Alejandro, Alejandro Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro (Roberto) Alejandro

Write lyrics for a song that expresses a reluctant goodbye to a lover named Alejandro, incorporating Spanish phrases and repeating the names Alejandro, Fernando, and Roberto throughout the verses and chorus, while also hinting at a complicated relationship with hints of an age gap.

Stereo Love

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Edward Maya

When you gonna stop breaking my heart? I don't wanna be another one Praying for the things I never done Don't let go, don't let go to my love Can I get to your soul? Can you get to my flow? Can we promise we won't let go? All the things that I need, all the things that you need You can make it feel so real 'Cause you can't deny, you've blown my mind When I touch your body, I feel I'm losing control 'Cause you can't deny, you've blown my mind When I see you, baby, I just don't wanna let go I hate to see you cry, your smile is a beautiful lie I hate to see you cry, my love is dying inside I can fix all those lies Oh baby, baby, I run, but I'm running to you You won't see me cry, I'm hiding inside My heart is in pain, but I'm smiling for you Can I get to your soul? Can you get to my flow? Can we promise we won't let go? All the things that I need, all the things that you need You can make it feel so real 'Cause you can't deny, you've blown my mind When I touch your body, I feel I'm losing control 'Cause you can't deny, you've blown my mind When I see you, baby, I just don't wanna let go When you gonna stop breaking my heart? Don't let go, don't let go to my love I hate to see you cry, your smile is a beautiful lie I hate to see you cry, my love is dying inside I hate to see you cry, my love is dying inside I haven't seen you smilin' but I'm dying tonight I can fix all those lies Oh baby, baby, I run, but I'm running to you You won't see me cry, I'm hiding inside My heart is in pain, but I'm smiling for you Oh baby I'll try to make the things right I need you more than air when I'm not with you Please don't ask me why, just kiss me this time My only dream is about you and I

Write lyrics for a song that expresses a conflicted and passionate love, alternating between vulnerability and desire, featuring repetitive phrases, a blend of pleading and infatuation, and a melancholic mood with themes of heartbreak and longing.

Keep It Goin Louder

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Major Lazer

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Major Lazer, My name is Ricky Blaze Diplo, Switch Ricky Blaze, Nina Sky Oh, yeah, oh Me and my friends roll in like rock stars, so we buy the bar All eyes on us, girls watching from afar We shining through the dark Saw this sexy little thing, she was biting her lips Looking at me hard So I just went over there and just whispered in her ear: "Do you wanna start?" Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy All night (all night) can you keep up? When we hit the dance floor, you know we turn the heat up Set the room on fire, everyones desire, all eyes on us, DJ turn it up I, I've heard you play before but today we going harder So DJ play my song and keep it going louder I heard you play before but today we going harder So DJ play my song and keep it going louder (Oh, oh) Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy Keep it goin' louder (yeah, yeah) Keep it goin' louder (keep it goin' louder) Keep it goin' louder (keep it goin' louder) Keep it goin' louder (My name is Ricky Blaze) The time don't matter 'cause tonight we'll gather I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy Girl, I wanna party, girl, I wanna party with you I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy Girl, I wanna party with you, girl, I wanna party with you I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy Girl, I wanna party with you I got the girls in the truck, 'bout 6 chicks deep And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy 'Cause girl, I wanna party with you, with you Major Lazer

Write lyrics for a high-energy, boastful dancehall/electronic song about a group of friends partying, picking up women, and dominating the club, featuring callouts to the DJ and mentions of "6 chicks deep" and "girls in the truck."

My Girls

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Animal Collective

Isn't much that I feel I need A solid soul and the blood I bleed But with a little girl, and by my spouse I only want a proper house There isn't much (Isn't much) that I feel I need (That I feel I need) A solid soul (A solid soul) and the blood I bleed (and the blood I bleed) But with a little girl (But with a little girl), and by my spouse (And by my spouse) I only want (I only want) a proper house (A proper house) There isn't much (There isn't much) that I feel I need (That I feel I need) A solid soul (A solid soul) and the blood I bleed (and the blood I bleed) But with a little girl (But with a little girl), and by my spouse (And by my spouse) I only want (I only want) a proper house (A proper house) There isn't much (There isn't much) that I feel I need (That I feel I need) A solid soul (A solid soul) and the blood I bleed (and the blood I bleed) But with a little girl (But with a little girl), and by my spouse (And by my spouse) I only want (I only want) a proper house (A proper house) I don't care for fancy things Or to take part in the freshest wave But to provide for mine who ask I will, with heart, on my father's grave I don't care for fancy things Or to take part in the freshest wave But to provide for mine who ask I will, with heart, on my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slats For my girls I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slats For my girls There isn't much (There isn't much) that I feel I need (That I feel I need) A solid soul (A solid soul) and the blood I bleed (and the blood I bleed) But with a little girl (But with a little girl), and by my spouse (And by my spouse) I only want (I only want) a proper house (A proper house) I don't care for fancy things Or to take part in the freshest wave But to provide for mine who ask I will, with heart, on my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave On my father's grave I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slats For my girls I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slats For my girls I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slats For my girls I don't mean to seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want four walls and adobe slats For my girls

Write lyrics for a folk song with a repetitive structure expressing a simple desire for a family and a home, emphasizing the speaker's lack of interest in material possessions and dedication to their family, including references to "a little girl," "my spouse," and "father's grave," using direct repetitions and parenthetical phrases for emphasis.

Pirate Jet

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Gorillaz

It's all good news now Because we left the taps running for a hundred years So drink into the drink, plastic cup drink Drink with the purple, the people The plastic eating people Still connected to the moment it began It's all good news now Because we left the taps running for a hundred years So drink into the drink, plastic cup drink Drink with the purple, the people The plastic eating people Still connected to the moment it began

Write lyrics for a song that uses repetitive phrases to create a detached, ironic tone, dealing with environmental apathy and the legacy of excess, specifically mentioning "plastic" and a sense of perpetual consumption.

Paper Bag

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Fiona Apple

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star To pray on, or wish on, or something like that I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy Whose reality I knew, was a-hopeless to be had But then the dove of hope began its downward slope And I believed for a moment that my chances Were approaching to be grabbed But as it came down near, so did a weary tear I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag Hunger hurts and I want him so bad, oh, it kills 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold cause these hands are too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving works When it costs too much to love And I went crazy again today Looking for a strand to climb, looking for a little hope Baby said he couldn't stay Wouldn't put his lips to mine and a fail to kiss is a fail to cope I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified Come on put a little love here in my void," He said "It's all in your head," And I said, "So's everything" but he didn't get it I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh, it kills 'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up I got to fold cause these hands are too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving works When it costs too much to love Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills 'Cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving works me When it costs too much to love Oh, hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills 'Cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving, it works When it costs too much to love, hmm, hmm

Write lyrics for a melancholic, confessional song about unrequited love and emotional hunger, using vivid imagery like a falling paper bag and shaky hands, with a repetitive chorus emphasizing the pain and the cost of love.

Bad Romance

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Lady Gaga

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma Roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma, Roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance I want your ugly, I want your disease I want your everything as long as it’s free I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love, oh, ey I want your drama, the touch of your hand (Hey!) I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love (Love, love, love, I want your love) You know that I want you And you know that I need you I want it bad Your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma-roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance I want your horror, I want your design ‘Cause you’re a criminal as long as you’re mine I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love, uh I want your psycho, your vertigo schtick (Hey!) Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love (Love, love, love, I want your love) You know that I want you And you know that I need you ('Cause I'm a free bitch, baby) I want it bad Your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma-roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma-roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, passion, baby Work it, I'm a free bitch, baby I want your love, and I want your revenge I want your love, I don't wanna be friends Je veux ton amour et je veux ta revanche Je veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) (I want you back) No, I don't wanna be friends (Caught in a bad romance) I don't wanna be friends Want your bad romance (Caught in a bad romance) Want your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance (Want your bad romance) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma, Roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance

Write lyrics for a song that... is song. Write lyrics song a for a song that is a dance-pop song written that is a dance-pop song of a song.

Pumped Up Kicks

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Foster the People

Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun In his dad's closet with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you, wait All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, and he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger I reason with my cigarette And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits," yeah All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet Run, run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run Run, run, ru-run, run All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet

Write lyrics for a song that tells a story from the perspective of a young, potentially disturbed individual planning a violent act, featuring repetitive, ominous warnings and a sense of impending doom with a simple, repetitive chorus about "pumped up kicks" and running from a gun.

A Day in the Life

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The Beatles

I read the news today—oh, boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared They'd seen his face before Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords I saw a film today, oh boy The English Army had just won the war A crowd of people turned away But I just had to look Having read the book I'd love to turn you on (Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten) *alarm clock rings* Woke up, fell out of bed Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup And looking up I noticed I was late Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke And somebody spoke and I went into a dream Ahh-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahh I read the news today—oh, boy Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall I'd love to turn you on *whistle* *studio chatter*

Write lyrics for a psychedelic, stream-of-consciousness song in a detached, observational style, incorporating news snippets, surreal imagery, and a sense of disorientation with specific elements like a car crash, a war film, an alarm clock, and a mention of the Albert Hall.

Hey Ya

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OutKast

One, two, three, uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so, and this I know for sure (Uh) But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me walk out the door? (Ah) Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now (Uh) Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking two together 'cause we don't know how (C'mon) Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it But "got it" just don't get it till there's nothing at all (Ah!) We get together, oh, we get together But separate's always better when there's feelings involved (Ah) If what they say is, "Nothing is forever" Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes Then what makes, what makes, what makes love the exception? So why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here? Y'all don't wanna hear me, you just wanna dance Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Don't want to meet your daddy Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Just want you in my Caddy (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Don't want to meet your mama (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Just want to make you cum-a' (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm just being honest (Uh-oh) Hey ya! I'm just being honest Hey, all right now, all right now, fellas (Yeah?) Now, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice Cold!) I can't hear ya I say what's, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice Cold!) All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right Okay now, ladies (Yeah?) Now, we gon' break this thing down in just a few seconds Now, don't have me break this thing down for nothing Now, I want to see y'all on your baddest behavior Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor Ah, here we go! Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it (Uh-oh) Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, shake it, sh-shake it (Uh-oh) Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya! Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it Shake it, shake it (Okay), shake it, sugar Shake it like a Polaroid picture Now, all the Beyoncés and Lucy Lius And baby dolls, get on the floor You know what to do, oh, you know what to do You know what to do Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh, hey ya!) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Oh, oh, uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! Hey ya!

Write lyrics for a high-energy, genre-bending song that blends introspective relationship questions with upbeat, danceable sections featuring call-and-response, repeated phrases, and nonsensical interjections, all with a slightly rebellious and playful tone.

Fight For You

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Morgan Page

(Oh) Meetin' you here, the night's alight with midnight cheer Our dust still unsettled, I feel the pluckin' of our petals I'm drawin' circles don't you know Protect the seed that wants to grow To a garden, pardon my territory I'd fight for you I never knew that I could feel this way I'm right for you This kinda love don't happen everyday (No, no, no, oh) (No, no, no, oh) Be friendly but cautious, you're gonna have to count your losses Easily attracted, but dangerous to get distracted I'm drawin' circles don't you know Protect the seed that wants to grow To a garden, pardon my territory I'd fight for you I never knew that I could feel this way I'm right for you This kinda love don't happen everyday I'd fight for you I didn't wanna have to raise my voice I'm right for you You really leave me with no choice So what do you want and what are you thinkin'? Isn't it about time you stuck up for me? But what you can't see is we're under siege And I only fight because I believe Not gonna share you no I'd fight for you I never knew that I could feel this way I'm right for you This kinda love don't happen everyday I'd fight for you I didn't wanna have to raise my voice I'm right for you You really leave me with no choice I'd fight for you I didn't wanna have to raise my voice I'm right for you You really leave me with no choice I'd fight for you (For you, for you) I'm right for you (For you) (Oh)

Write lyrics for a song that expresses a protective and possessive love, using imagery of gardens and seeds, with a blend of vulnerability and strength, and a repetitive structure emphasizing the intensity of the feelings.

The Longest Road deadmau5 Remix

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Morgan Page

Giddy up and gold mine Different place, different time All the stars are in their prime Pastel trailer park, stars so bright to hide the dark All is quiet in the yard Giddy up and gold dust, all the cars turn to rust You've got no means for wanderlust Pastel trailer park, stars so bright to hide the dark All is quiet in the yard If you are so frequently in love If you prefer it all to me then my love You go down the longest road to nowhere You pull it apart and you're just left there Giddy up and gold mine, horse dust down time Its my life, its my time, we've been gettin' nowhere Gold mine, different place, different time Hold me down, Hold me down Hope will be found, Follow me Giddy up and gold mine Different place, different time All the stars are in their prime Pastel trailer park, stars so bright to hide the dark All is quiet in the yard If you are so frequently in love If you prefer it all to me then my love You go down the longest road to nowhere You pull it apart and your just left there They're waiting for it, you're waiting for it You're waiting for me, you're waiting for it You're waiting for it, you're waiting in it And you're waving in it, and you're craving in it If you fill my cup with all you must To speak from something If you are so frequently in love If you prefer it all to me then my love If you are so frequently in love If you prefer it all to me then my love The longest road The longest road To see the longest road The longest road The longest road

Write lyrics for a song that blends a sense of nostalgia and yearning with a slightly surreal, Americana aesthetic, incorporating imagery of a pastel trailer park under bright stars, a repetitive "giddy up" refrain, and a melancholic reflection on love and lost opportunities.

Be Free

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Radio Killer

I care about love And how I feel I care about dreams And make them real I care about you I care about me No no worry Yes I'm able to be free I live my life, day by day I live it proudly anyway I'm able to love I'm able to dream I'm able to make you Yes I'm able to be free To be free To be free To be free I care about love And how I feel I care about dreams And make them real I care about you I care about me No no worry Yes I'm able to be free To be free To be free To be free To be free To be free To be free Yes I'm able to be free

Write lyrics for a simple, optimistic song with a repetitive structure and a focus on themes of love, dreams, and freedom, using declarative statements and a positive, affirming tone, with the repeated phrase "I'm able to be free."

Martha My Dear

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The Beatles

Martha, my dear Though I spend my days in conversation Please, remember me Martha, my love Don't forget me Martha, my dear Hold your head up, you silly girl Look what you've done When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Silly girl Take a good look around you Take a good look, you're bound to see That you and me were meant to be for each other Silly girl Hold your hand out, you silly girl See what you've done When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Silly girl Martha, my dear You have always been my inspiration Please, be good to me Martha, my love Don't forget me Martha, my dear

Write lyrics for a song that is a tender, yet slightly scolding, address to a woman named Martha, filled with repeated phrases, a simple melody, and a tone of endearment and gentle instruction.

For No One

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The Beatles

Your day breaks, your mind aches You find that all her words of kindness linger on When she no longer needs you She wakes up, she makes up She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry She no longer needs you And in her eyes, you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years You want her, you need her And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead You think she needs you And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years You stay home, she goes out She says that long ago she knew someone But now he's gone, she doesn't need him Your day breaks, your mind aches There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head You won't forget her And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years

Write lyrics for a song that evokes the melancholy of lost love, focusing on the perspective of someone grappling with rejection, incorporating the repetition of "And in her eyes you see nothing" and the specific phrase "a love that should have lasted years," and using a simple, direct style.

Eleanor Rigby

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The Beatles

Ah, look at all the lonely people! Ah, look at all the lonely people! Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people! Ah, look at all the lonely people! Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people!) Where do they all come from? All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people!) Where do they all belong?

Write lyrics for a song that is a melancholic observation of loneliness, featuring two distinct characters (Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie) and a repetitive chorus, creating a sense of societal isolation with simple, almost documentary-style descriptions.

Stayin Alive

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Bee Gees

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man, no time to talk Music loud and women warm I've been kicked around since I was born And now it's all right, it's okay And you may look the other way We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive Oh, when you walk Well now, I get low and I get high And if I can't get either, I really try Got the wings of heaven on my shoes I'm a dancing man, and I just can't lose You know it's alright, it's okay I'll live to see another day We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive Life's goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man: no time to talk Music loud and women warm I've been kicked around since I was born And now it's all right, it's okay And you may look the other way We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive Life's goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life's goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive

Write lyrics for a disco-influenced song about survival and resilience, using a repetitive chorus of "stayin' alive," incorporating a sense of urban struggle, and referencing "The New York Times' effect on man."

Whatever Will Be Will Be Que Sera Sera

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Doris Day

When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, "What will I be?" "Will I be pretty, will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" When I grew up and fell in love I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead Will we have rainbows, day after day? Here's what my sweetheart said: "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" Now I have children of my own They ask their mother, "What will I be?" "Will I be handsome, will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" Que será, será

Write lyrics for a song in a classic, reassuring, and slightly melancholic style, using a repeating chorus in Spanish ("Que será, será") and English that reflects on life's uncertainties across three generations, with each verse posing a question about the future.

In For The Kill Kanye West Remix

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La Roux

We can fight our desires But when we start making fires We get ever so hot Whether we like it or not They say we can love who we trust But what is love without lust Two hearts with accurate devotions And what are feelings without emotions? I’m going in for the kill I’m doing it for a thrill Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand And not let go of my hand I’m going in and I’ma go hard I mean what's the point if it ain't no scars A little teeth marks Blood on the collar That's real love, mmhmm ahhnah She said uh How could you love someone that hurt you, played you, spoke to provoke you How could you love someone that burns you, turns you into a werewolf And in the moment you might do some things you’re not aware of No one’s prepared for the scale of this, and now you fear love And war and war and more and more drama looking for a score State you’re looking for a tour Her allure is more couture, tailor-made 'Til your screams in rage I mean ahhhhh I'm breaking out the damn cage, aghh Hannibal Lector, my A-merican Psycho A iller version of Ike, yo The Thriller version of Michael My recital is as bright as the light show up at the Eiffel A werewolf up in Paris, I'm livin' off your vitals I mean, I’ll be your con man, I’ll be your damn liar Let's start the interview, I’ll be your vampire I gotta feel you, bite your neck to get familiar And if you die, guess what, I fuckin' killed you I’m going in for the kill I’m doing it for a thrill Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand And not let go of my hand Let’s go to war To make peace Let’s be cold To create heat I hope in darkness We can see And you’re not blinded by the light from me I’m going in for the kill I’m doing it for a thrill Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand And not let go of my hand

Write lyrics for a song that explores the destructive and passionate nature of love, using a dark, intense, and theatrical style with violent imagery, contrasting themes of love and hate, and incorporating references to classic horror and pop culture icons.

Girl You Know Its True

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Milli Vanilli

I'm in love with you girl cause you're on my mind You're the one I think about most every time And when you crack a smile in everything you do Don't you understand, girl, this love is true You’re soft, silky hand long, sweet and thin That candlelight complexion upon your skin It lightens up my day, and that's oh so true Together we're one separated we're two To make you all mine, all mine is my desire Cause you contain a quality that I admire You're pretty plain and simple, you rule my world so try to understand I'm in love girl I'm in so love girl I'm just in love girl, and this is true Girl, you know it's true Ooh, Ooh, Ooh I love you Yes, you know it's true Ooh, Ooh, Ooh I love you Girl, you know it's true My love is for you This is some sort of thing, girl, I can't explain My emotions starts up when I hear your name Maybe your sweet sweet voice would ring in my ear Then delay my system when you are near Come with your positive emotion, love, making enjoyin That's for me to bust it's like a girl and a boy These feelings I get I often wonder why So I thought I might discuss this, girl, just you and I Now what you're wearing I don't care, as I've said before No reason that I like you, girl, just for what you are If I said I'd think about it, you rule my world so try to understand I'm in love girl I'm in so love girl I'm just in love girl, and this is true

Write lyrics for a simple, heartfelt love song with a straightforward, repetitive structure, expressing admiration for a girl's personality and physical appearance, emphasizing the singer's infatuation, and using simple rhyme schemes and repeated phrases.

Umbrella

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Rihanna

Uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah, Rihanna) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Good Girl Gone Bad) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Take three, action) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Hov) No clouds in my stones Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank Coming down with the Dow Jones When the clouds come, we gone, we Roc-A-Fella We fly higher than weather, in G5's or better You know me (You know me) In anticipation for precipitation, stack chips for the rainy day Jay—Rain Man is back With Little Miss Sunshine, Rihanna, where you at? You have my heart And we'll never be worlds apart Maybe in magazines But you'll still be my star Baby, ‘cause in the dark You can't see shiny cars And that's when you need me there With you, I'll always share Because When the sun shine, we shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said I'll always be your friend Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end Now that it's raining more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh These fancy things Will never come in between You're part of my entity Here for infinity When the war has took its part When the world has dealt its cards If the hand is hard Together we'll mend your heart Because When the sun shine, we shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said I'll always be your friend Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end Now that it's raining more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh You can run into my arms It's okay, don't be alarmed Come into me There's no distance in between our love So gon' and let the rain pour I'll be all you need and more Because When the sun shine, we shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said I'll always be your friend Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end Now that it's raining more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh It's rainin', rainin' Ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin' Baby, come here to me Come into me It's rainin', rainin' Ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin' You can always come into me Come into me It's pourin' rain It's pourin' rain Come here to me Come into me It's pourin' rain It's pourin' rain

Write lyrics for a song that uses a call-and-response structure, alternating between male and female vocals, with themes of resilience, unwavering support, and a promise of protection during challenging times, incorporating financial imagery and a catchy "umbrella" hook.

She Bangs

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Ricky Martin

Talk to me, tell me your name You blow me off like it's all the same You lit a fuse, and now I'm ticking away Like a bomb, yeah baby Talk to me, tell me your sign You're switching sides like a gemini You're playing games and now you're hitting my heart Like a drum, yeah baby Well if Lady Luck gets on my side We're gonna rock this town alive I'll let her rough me up 'Til she knocks me out 'Cause she walks like she talks And she talks like she walks She bangs, she bangs Oh baby when she moves, she moves I go crazy 'cause she looks like a flower But she stings like a bee Like every girl in history She bangs, she bangs I'm wasted by the way she moves No one ever looked so fine She reminds me that a woman's Got one thing on her mind Talk to me, tell me your name I'm just a link in your daisy chain Your rap sounds like a diamond map To the stars, yeah baby Talk to me, tell me the news You'll wear me out like a pair of shoes We'll dance until the band goes home Then you're gone, yeah baby Well if it looks like love should be a crime Then better lock me up for life I'll do the time with a smile on my face Thinking of her in her leather and lace She bangs, she bangs Oh baby when she moves, she moves I go crazy 'cause she looks like a flower But she stings like a bee Like every girl in history She bangs, she bangs I'm wasted by the way she moves No one ever looked so fine She reminds me that a woman's Got one thing on her mind Man, if Lady Luck gets on my side We're gonna rock this town alive I'll let her rough me up 'Till she knocks me out 'Cause she walks like she talks And she talks like she walks She bangs, she bangs Oh baby when she moves, she moves I go crazy 'cause she looks like a flower But she stings like a bee Like every girl in history She bangs, she bangs She moves, she moves She bangs, she bangs She moves, she moves

Write lyrics for a song that combines a blend of romantic infatuation and frustration, using a conversational and slightly repetitive structure, incorporating questions, observations about the object of affection's behavior, and similes/metaphors comparing her to a bomb, a gemini, a drum, and a bee, culminating in a catchy chorus with the repeated phrase "She bangs".

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

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Eurythmics

Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Hold your head up Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Keep your head up Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something

Write lyrics for a song that repeats the phrase "Sweet dreams are made of this" and "Who am I to disagree?", incorporating the idea of global travel and people seeking something, along with a contrasting verse about exploitation, followed by the repeated encouragement, "Hold your head up, movin' on."

Billie Jean

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Michael Jackson

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I said, "Don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round?" She said I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She told me her name was Billie Jean As she caused a scene Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of bein' the one Who will dance on the floor in the round People always told me, "Be careful of what you do Don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts" (Hee-hee) And mother always told me, "Be careful of who you love And be careful of what you do (Oh-oh) 'Cause the lie becomes the truth" (Oh-oh) Hey-ay Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Oh, baby) But the kid is not my son, hoo! She says I am the one (Oh, baby) But the kid is not my son (Hee-hee-hee, no-no-no, hee-hee-hee) Hoo! For forty days and for forty nights, the law was on her side But who can stand when she's in demand? Her schemes and plans 'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, hee! So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice (Don't think twice) Do think twice! (A-hoo!) She told my baby we'd danced 'til three, then she looked at me Then showed a photo of a baby cryin', his eyes were like mine (Oh, no) 'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby (Ooh, hee-hee-hee) People always told me, "Be careful of what you do And don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts" (Don't break no hearts!) (Hee-hee) But she came and stood right by me Just the smell of sweet perfume (Ha-oh) This happened much too soon (Ha-oh, ha-ooh) She called me to her room (Ha-oh, hoo!) Hey-ay Billie Jean is not my lover (Hoo!) She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son No-no-no, no-no-no-no-no-no (Hoo!) Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Oh baby) But the kid is not my son (Oh, no, no) She says I am the one (Oh baby) But the kid is not my son (No, hee-hee!) Ah, hee-hee-hee! Hee! Hoo! She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son No-no-no, hoo! (Ouw!) Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (You know what you did to me, baby) But the kid is not my son No-no-no, no-no-no-no (No-no-no, no-no-no) She says I am the one But the kid is not my son (No-no-no-no) She says I am the one You know what you did She says he is my son Breakin' my heart, babe She says I am the one Billie Jean is not my lover Billie Jean is not my lover Billie Jean is not my lover (She is just a girl) Billie Jean is not my lover (She is just a girl) (Don't call me Billie Jean) Billie Jean is not my lover (She is just a girl) (Hoo! She's not at the scene) Billie Jean is not (Hee! Aaow! Ooh!) Billie Jean is

Write lyrics for a song that tells a story of a man accused of fathering a child by a woman named Billie Jean, using a narrative style with repeated phrases, warnings, and denial, all while referencing a "dance on the floor in the round."

4 Minutes

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Madonna

I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, ow, ow, c'mon Ah. yeah, ha, breakdown, c'mon Hey, uh, c'mon, Madonna C'mon, boy I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll, ah Ah, well, don't waste time Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll, mmm I want somebody to speed it up for me, then take it down slow There's enough room for both Well, I can handle that, you just gotta show me where it's at Are you ready to go? Are you ready to go? (Fikki fikki, fikki fikki, come on) If you want it, you already got it If you thought it, it better be what you want If you feel it, it must be real just Say the word, and I'mma give you what you want Time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating Grab a boy, then grab a girl Time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating We only got four minutes, heh, a-four minutes So keep it up, keep it up Don't be a pri-hey-Madonna, uh You gotta get 'em on, hop (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) That's right, keep it up, keep it up Don't be a pri-hey-Madonna, uh You gotta get 'em on, hop (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) Sometimes I think what I need is a "you" intervention, yeah And you know I can tell that you like it And that it's good, by the way that you move, oh, hey The road to hell is paved with good intentions, yeah But if I die tonight, at least I can say I did what I wanted to do Tell me, how 'bout you? If you want it, you already got it If you thought it, it better be what you want (Come on) If you feel it, it must be real just Say the word, and I'mma give you what you want The time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating Grab a boy, then grab a girl Time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating We only got four minutes, heh, a-four minutes So keep it up, keep it up Don't be a pri-hey-Madonna, uh You gotta get 'em on, hop (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) That's right, keep it up, keep it up Don't be a pri-hey-Madonna, uh You gotta get 'em on, hop (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) Breakdown, yeah (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) Yeah, uh (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) I only got four minutes, to save the world

Write lyrics for a high-energy dance-pop song with a driving beat, featuring a sense of urgency and a countdown, repeating the phrase "four minutes" with a call-and-response vocal style, including the unique nonsensical phrase "Fikki fikki."

Paranoid

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Kanye West

She really thought that? (Yeah) Yeah, she's so paranoid (Yeah, that's good, paranoid) Girls gonna love this song, ahaha Why are you so paranoid? (Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Don't be so paranoid, don't be so Baby, don't worry 'bout it Hey there, don't even think about it You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things Tell me right now You really wanna spend your whole life alone? A little time out might do you good Might do us good 'fore we be done for good 'Cause I could make it good, I could make it hood I could make you come, I could make you go I could make you high, I can make you fly Make you touch the sky, hey, maybe so All of the time You be up in mine checkin' through my cell phone, baby, no You wanna kill the vibe on another night Here's another fight, oh, here we go (Oh, here we go) Baby, don't worry about it Lady, we'll go out to the floor Anyway, they don't know you (They don't know) like I do They'll never know you (Never know) Anyway, they don't know you (Never know) like I do They'll never know you All of the time You wanna complain about the nights alone So now you're here with me, show some gratitude Leave the attitude way back at home Yeah, you see 'em look Baby, let 'em look, give ya cold looks 'cause we look cold Yeah, you heard about all the word of mouth Don't worry about what we can't control All the talk in the world lost in the world 'Til you finally let that thing go You wanna check into the heartbreak hotel But sorry, we're closed Baby, don't worry about it Baby, we'll go out to the floor Anyway (Hey) they don't know you (To the floor) like I do (Hey) They'll never know you (Never know) Anyway, they don't know you (They don't know) like I do They'll never know you Baby, don't worry about it Lady, don't even think about it You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things Anyway, they don't know you like I do They'll never know you Anyway, they don't know you like I do They'll never know you Anyway, they don't know you like I do They'll never know you Anyway, they don't know you like I do They'll never know you

Write lyrics for a song that is a contemporary R&B or pop track with a conversational and slightly confrontational tone, addressing themes of relationship insecurity, paranoia, and the speaker's attempts to reassure their partner, including repetition of key phrases like "Baby, don't worry about it" and "They don't know you like I do" with ad-libs.

Man in the Mirror

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Michael Jackson

I'm gonna make a change For once in my life Gonna feel real good Gonna make a difference Gonna make it right As I turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat This wind is blowin' my mind I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat Who am I to be blind, pretending not to see their needs A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top And one man's soul They follow each other on the wind, ya know 'Cause they got nowhere to go That's why I want you to know I'm starting with the man in the mirror I'm asking him to change his ways And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make a change Na-na-na na-na-na nana-nana I've been a victim of a selfish kinda love It's time that I realize There are some with no home Not a nickel to loan Could it be really me pretending that they're not alone? A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart And a washed-out dream They follow the pattern of the wind, ya see 'Cause they got no place to be That's why I'm starting with me I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Who?) I'm asking him to change his ways (Who?) And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make a change I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Who?) I'm asking him to change his ways (Who?) And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make that change I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Man in the mirror, oh yeah) I'm asking him to change his ways (Change his ways) (Come on, change) And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make the change You gotta get it right, while you got the time 'Cause when you close your heart (You can't) Then you close your mind (Close your, your mind!) (That man, that man) I'm starting with the man in the mirror (That man) (Ooh!) (That man, that man) I'm asking him to change his ways (That man, the man) (Change his ways, ooh!) And no message could have been any clearer If you want to make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make that (Take a look at yourself and then make that) Change! Hoo, hoo (Na-na-na na-na-na nana-nana), hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo! Gonna feel real good (Oh yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Na-na-na na-na-na nana-nana) Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no I'm gonna make a change It's gonna feel real good, shamone (Change) Just lift yourself, you know You've got to start with yourself, (Yeah) hoo! (Make that change) I gotta make that change today, hoo! (Man in the mirror) You got to, you got to not pick yourself, brother, hoo! (Yeah) You know (Make that change) I've gotta get that man, that man (Man in the mirror) You got to, you got to move, shamone, shamone You got to stand up (Yeah), stand up (Make that change), stand up, stand up and lift yourself now (Man in the mirror) Hoo, hoo, hoo! Aaow! (Yeah, make that change) Go make that change, shamone (Man in the mirror) You know it, you know it, you know it, you know (Change) Make that change

Write lyrics for a socially conscious song in a soulful, Motown-inspired style, focusing on self-reflection as the catalyst for positive change in the world, using repetitive phrases and a call-and-response structure with a focus on the "man in the mirror".

Love the Way You Lie Pt. II

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Rihanna

On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you'll always be my hero Even though you've lost your mind Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, oh I love the way you lie Now there's gravel in our voices Glass is shattered from the fight In this tug of war, you'll always win Even when I'm right 'Cause you feed me fables from your head With violent words and empty threats And it's sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, oh I love the way you lie, oh So maybe I'm a masochist I try to run, but I don't wanna ever leave 'Til the walls are going up In smoke with all our memories It's morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction (Shh) Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry That you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths, but we Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs That we'll have each other's backs 'cause we're that lucky Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting? I may have hit you three times, I'm starting to lose count But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counseling This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all two thousand Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it 'Cause with you, I'm in my fucking mind, without you, I'm out it Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie

Write lyrics for a song that depicts a toxic, co-dependent relationship with themes of self-destruction, emotional and physical abuse, and a twisted form of love, using a contrasting mix of pop-style melodies with a rap verse in the middle.

Like A G6

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Far East Movement

Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Gimme that Moet Gimme that Cristal Ladies love my style, at my table gettin wild Get them bottles poppin', we get that drip and that drop Now give me two more bottles cuz you know it don't stop Hell yeah, drink it up, drink-drink it up When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk They be actin' like they drunk, actin'-actin' like they drunk When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Sippin on, sippin on sizz, I'ma ma-make it fizz Girl I keep it gangsta, poppin' bottles at the crib This is how we live, every single night Take that bottle to the head, and let me see you fly Hell yeah, drink it up, drink-drink it up When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk They be actin like they drunk, actin'-actin' like they drunk When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 It's that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up (You can't touch this) It's that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up (You can't touch this) Hell yeah, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo put yo hands up Hell yeah, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo put yo hands up Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6

Write lyrics for a high-energy, boastful hip-hop song about partying and luxury, incorporating references to expensive alcohol, feeling good, and repetitive, catchy phrases.

Whats My Name?

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Rihanna

Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? (Uh) What's my name? What's my name? (Yeah) I heard you good with them soft lips Yeah, you know, word of mouth The square root of sixty-nine is eight somethin', right? 'Cause I've been tryna work it out, oh Good weed, white wine, uh I come alive in the night time, yeah Okay, away we go Only thing we have on is the radio Let it play Say you gotta leave, but I know you wanna stay You just waitin' on the traffic jam to finish, girl The things that we could do in twenty minutes, girl Say my name, say my name, wear it out It's gettin' hot, crack a window, air it out I can get you through a mighty long day Soon as you go, the text that I write is gon' say Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? What's my name? What's my name? Not everybody Knows how to work my body Knows how to make me want it But, boy, you stay up on it You got that somethin' That keeps me so off balance Baby, you're a challenge Let's explore your talent Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? What's my name? What's my name? Baby, you got me And ain't nowhere that I'd be Than with your arms around me Back and forth, you rock me, yeah So I surrender To every word you whisper Every door you enter I will let you in Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah You're so amazing You took the time to figure me out That's why you take me Way past the point of turnin' me on You 'bout to break me I swear you got me losin' my mind Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? What's my name? What's my name? Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah

Write lyrics for a sultry, R&B song with a repeated "Oh na-na, what's my name?" hook, incorporating suggestive wordplay, references to physical intimacy, and a focus on a woman's desire and the man's ability to satisfy it, with a repetitive chorus and bridge structure emphasizing the physical and emotional connection.

Raining Men

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Rihanna

Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Oh, it's rainin' men, girl, what you worried 'bout? Who you think you getting with that "Hi, let me freak ya"? You got me mistaken thinking you gon' get it easy First of all, you need to know that I'm not the one Think you gettin' somethin', baby, you ain't gettin' none All you need to know that I'm a two times five Load it, cock it, aim it, baby, boom bye-bye Set your standards lower, boy, you're aimin' too high Matter of fact, your friend looks better, so goodbye Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Oh, it's rainin' men, girl, what you worried 'bout? Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah Excuse me, but who are you fixin' to be? Let them motherfuckers know there's plenty fish in the sea And he sweatin' me just 'cause I got the tightest hole But I couldn't find that-that thing with a microscope (Oh) Give me dome, dome, da-da-da-da-da-dome, dome, dome I ain't trippin' on your money, money, long, long, long Want my own TV production company So tell Harpo to hit me, Celie Anyway, RiRi, what rhymes with your name freely? Money got you vacationing in Chile Do you wanna sit on the back while I wheelie? Really? Really? No, for real, really? Laid out on the beach, they be feeding me my catfishes 'Cause it's raining men, fat bitches Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Oh, it's rainin' men, girl, what you worried 'bout? Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah I said ayy, outta my way, where my ladies? Ridin' big, living good, doin' big things Dancin' don't pay Player, keep the money, I can buy my own drink Up in the club (Ayy) See men coming, dime a dozen So it don't mean nothin' to me (Ayy) And I ain't even worried about you, homie 'Cause there’s plenty more fish in the sea (Okay) Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Oh, it's rainin' men, girl, what you worried 'bout? Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah

Write lyrics for a song that has a theme of female empowerment with catchy lyrics, similar to a rhythm and blues feel, using a "raindrop" analogy.

Eenie Meenie

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Sean Kingston & Justin Bieber

Eenie meenie miney mo Catch a bad chick by her toe If she holla let her go She's indecisive, she can't decide She keeps on looking from left to right Girl, come a bit closer, look in my eyes Searching is so wrong, I'm Mr. Right You seem like the type to love 'em and leave 'em And disappear right after this song So give me the night to show you, hold you Don't leave me out here dancing alone You can't make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind Please don't waste my time, time, time, time, time I'm not tryna rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind I wish our hearts could come together as one Cause shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover, oh Let me show you what you're missing, paradise With me you're winning girl, you don't have to roll the dice Tell me what you're really here for Them other guys? I can see right through ya You seem like the type to love 'em and leave 'em And disappear right after the song So give me the night to show you, hold you Don't leave me out here dancing alone Can't make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind Please don't waste my time, time, time, time, time Not tryin' to rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind I wish our hearts could come together as one Cause shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover, oh Eenie meenie miney moe, catch a bad chick by her toe If she holla, if, if, if she holla let her go Eenie meenie miney moe, catch a bad chick by her toe If she holla, la, la, la she holla let her go Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover You can't make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind Please don't waste my time, time, time, time, time I'm not tryna rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind I wish our hearts could come together as one Cause shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

Write lyrics for a song that uses the "Eenie Meenie Miney Mo" rhyme as a central metaphor for a fickle lover, blending a smooth, confident R&B style with a plea for commitment, including lines about indecision and wasting time.

Apologize

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Timbaland

Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearing what you say But I just can't make a sound (Ayy, ayy, ayy) You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait You tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, and say that It's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I said it's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Woah, oh-oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I'd take another chance Take a fall, take a shot for you, oh-woah I need you like a heart needs a beat But it's nothing new, yeah, yeah I loved you with a fire red Now it's turning blue, and you say Sorry like the angel Heaven let me think was you, but I'm afraid It's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I said it's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Woah-woah-oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy) (Ayy, ayy, ayy) It's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I said it's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) It's too late to apologize, yeah (Too late) (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I said it's too late to apologize, yeah I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground

Write lyrics for a pop song about heartbreak and betrayal, featuring a repetitive chorus of "It's too late to apologize," a contrasting verse describing dependence and subsequent pain, and punctuated by a rhythmic "Ayy, ayy, ayy."

Personal Jesus

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Depeche Mode

Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown and you're all alone Flesh and bone by the telephone Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer Take second best, put me to the test Things on your chest you need to confess I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown and you're all alone Flesh and bone by the telephone Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith (Reach out, reach out) Reach out and touch faith

Write lyrics for a song that explores a dark, almost religious, theme of reliance and faith in a "personal Jesus," with a repetitive structure and a focus on loneliness and confession, delivered in a somewhat detached and hypnotic style.

Bad

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Michael Jackson

Your butt is mine, gon' tell you right, ah Just show your face in broad daylight, ah I'm tellin' you on who I feel, ah Gonna hurt your mind, don't shoot to kill Shamone, ah, shamone Lay it on me, ah, alright Ah, I'm givin' you on count to three, ah Just show your stuff or let it be, ah I'm tellin' you, just watch your mouth, ah I know your game, what you're about Well they say the sky's the limit And to me that's really true, ah But my friend you have seen nothin' Just wait 'til I get through Because I'm bad, I'm bad, Shamone (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it (Really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad, Shamone (Bad, bad) You know (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again Who's bad? The word is out, you're doin' it wrong, ah Gon' lock you up before too long, ah Your lyin' eyes gon' tell you right, ah So listen up, don't make a fight, ah Your talk is cheap, you're not a man, ah You're throwin' stones to hide your hands Well they say the sky's the limit And to me that's really true, ah But my friend you have seen nothin' Just wait 'til I get through Because I'm bad, I'm bad, Shamone (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it (Really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it (Bad, bad) You know (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again Who's bad? We can change the world tomorrow This could be a better place, ah If you don't like what I'm sayin' Then won't you slap my face? Because I'm bad, I'm bad, Shamone (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it (Really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it, you know (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now (Hoo, hoo) Just to tell you once again (Hoo) You know I'm bad, I'm bad, Shamone (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it, you know it (Really, really bad) You know, you know (Bad, bad) You know, Shamone (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again You know I'm smooth, I'm bad, you know it (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know, you know, you know it (Bad, bad, really, really bad) Come on (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now (Hoo) Just to tell you once again You know I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, you know, woo (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it, you know (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again Who's bad?

Write lyrics for a song that has a confrontational and boastful tone, using repetitive phrases, a call-and-response structure, and the repeated interjection "Shamone," building to a declaration of superiority.

Meet Me Halfway

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Black Eyed Peas

Ooh, I can't go any further than this Ooh, I want you so badly, it's my biggest wish Cool, I spend my time just thinking Thinking, thinking 'bout you Every single day, yes, I'm really missing, missing you And all those things we used to Used to, used to, used to do Hey girl, what's up, it used to, used to be just me and you I spend my time just thinking, thinking, thinking 'bout you Every single day, yes, I'm really missing, missing you And all those things we used to Used to, used to, used to do Hey girl, what's up yo, what's up, what's up Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline That's where I'm gonna wait for you I'll be looking out, night and day Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay (Ooh, Ooh,) I can't go any further than this (Ooh, Ooh,) I want you so bad, it's my only wish Girl, I travel 'round the world and even sail the seven seas Across the universe and all the other galaxies Just tell me where to go, just tell me where you wanna meet I navigate myself, myself to take me where you be Cause girl I want, I, I, I want you right now I travel uptown, town I travel downtown Wanna have you around, 'round like every single day I love you always, ways I'll meet you halfway Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline That's where I'm gonna wait for you I'll be looking out, night and day Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay (Ooh, Ooh,) I can't go any further than this (Ooh, Ooh,) I want you so bad, it's my only wish (Ooh, Ooh,) I can't go any further than this (Ooh, Ooh,) I want you so bad, it's my only wish Let's cross the bridge to the other side Just you and I (Just you and I) I will fly, fly the skies For you and I (For you and I) I will try until I die For you and I (For you and I) For, for, for you and I For, for, for, for you and I For, for you and I (For you and I) Can you meet me halfway? Can you meet me halfway? Can you meet me halfway? Can you meet me halfway? Meet me halfway Right at the borderline That's where I'm gonna wait for you I'll be looking out, night and day Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay (Ooh, Ooh,) I can't go any further than this (Ooh, Ooh,) I want you so bad, it's my only wish (Ooh, Ooh,) I can't go any further than this (Ooh, Ooh,) I want you so bad, it's my only wish

Write lyrics for a song that expresses a longing for a specific person, incorporating repetitive phrases, a blend of R&B and pop styles, and a plea for a meeting point "halfway" with declarations of unwavering devotion and global travel imagery.

For the Widows in Paradise for the Fatherless in Ypsilanti

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Sufjan Stevens

I have called you children, I have called you son What is there to answer if I'm the only one? Morning comes in Paradise, morning comes in light Still I must obey, still I must invite If there's anything to say If there's anything to do If there's any other way I'll do anything for you I was dressed embarrassment, I was dressed in wine If you had a part of me, will you take your time? Even if I come back, even if I die Is there some idea to replace my life? Like a father to impress Like a mother's mourning dress If we ever make a mess I'll do anything for you I have called you preacher, I have called you son If you have a father, or if you haven't one I'll do anything for you, I'll do anything for you I'll do anything for you, I'll do anything for you I did everything for you, I did everything for you I did everything for you, I did everything for you I did everything for you, I did everything for you I did everything for you, I did everything for you

Write lyrics for a song that explores themes of unconditional love, sacrifice, and the complex dynamics of a parent-child relationship, using a melancholic and pleading tone with repetitive phrases and a sense of existential questioning.

The Ladder

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Prince and the Revolution

Once upon a time in the land of Sin-a-plenty There lived a king who didn't deserve to be He knew not where he came from nor where he was going He never once said thank you, never please Now this king he had a subject named Electra Who loved him with a passion uncontested For him each day she had a smile But it didn't matter The king was looking for the ladder Everybody's looking for the ladder Everybody wants salvation of the soul The steps you take are no easy road But the reward is great For those who want to go A feeling of self-worth (Everybody's looking) Will caress you (For the answers) The size of the whole wide world will decrease (How the story started) (And how it will end) The love of God's creation will undress you And time spent alone my friend, will cease Everybody's looking for the answers How the story started and how it will end What's the use in half a story, half a dream? You have to climb all of the steps in between, yeah yeah I say everybody, everybody's looking for the ladder Everybody wants salvation of the soul The steps you take are no easy road (It's not that easy) The reward is great for those who want to go (I do!) Oh everybody, yeah, everybody's looking for the answers Everybody wanna know how the story started and how it will end What's the use in half a story, half of a dream? You gotta climb, you gotta climb all of the steps in between Everybody, everybody's looking for that ladder Everybody wants salvation of the soul (Oh salvation) The steps you take are no easy road and, uh, that's for sure The reward is great, is great for those who wanna go, those who wanna go Everybody (Everybody's looking for the answers) Everybody wants an answer (Oh yeah) They wanna know how the story started How it will end, what it would be like every day? What's the use in half a story, half of a dream? You have to climb all of the steps in between

Write lyrics for a song that tells a story about a selfish king and his devoted subject, using a repetitive chorus about searching for a metaphorical "ladder" to salvation and the difficult journey of self-discovery, with a call-and-response structure and spiritual undertones.

Raspberry Beret

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Prince and the Revolution

One, two One, two, three, uh! I was working part time in a five-and-dime My boss was Mr. McGee He told me several times that he didn't like my kind 'Cause I was a bit too leisurely Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing But different than the day before That's when I saw her, ooh, I saw her She walked in through the out door, out door She wore a raspberry beret The kind you find in a second hand store Raspberry beret And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more Raspberry beret, I think I love her Built like she was, she had the nerve to ask me If I planned to do her any harm So, look here, I put her on the back of my bike and-a we went riding Down by old man Johnson's farm I said now, overcast days never turned me on But something about the clouds and her mixed She wasn't too bright but I could tell when she kissed me She knew how to get her kicks She wore a raspberry beret The kind you find in a second hand store Raspberry beret And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more Raspberry beret, I think I love her The rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof And the horses wonder who you are Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees You feel like a movie star Listen, they say the first time ain't the greatest But I tell you, if I had the chance to do it all again I wouldn't change a stroke 'cause baby I'm the most With a girl as fine as she was then Raspberry beret The kind you find in a second hand store Raspberry beret And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more Raspberry beret, I think I love her

Write lyrics for a song that tells a story about a man's encounter with a captivating woman wearing a raspberry beret, incorporating a carefree, slightly rebellious tone, vivid imagery of a casual date, and a touch of nostalgia.

Oh Bo Studio

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Bo Burnham

I feel like hip hop Used to be a voice for the voiceless And now it's become, at least in the mainstream A symbol of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility So I figure If you can't beat 'em Join 'em Hittin' the club up VIP I got a fake mustache and a fake ID I look like Wooly Willy With a really wooly willy And I bypass the bouncer Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser Look at all of Bo's hoes Looking for a ride on Bo's hose And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego We go to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!" Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa! Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top But careful, cherry, cause I'm the King of Pop Pop pop pop goes my weasel Now ya looking like Jackson Pollock's easel My suggestion is you don't blow 'til you know what congestion is Swallow when you know what digestion is Follow Bo, the only question is Have you been splattered before by the mad-hatter matador? Cake-batter never more It don't matter whether you're Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say Oooh Bo Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo You think that you can handle me? Girl, don't make me laugh I said my junk is bipolar It will split you in half (yea) And if you're lucky, I might just bring you home And I'll have you going down like you're growin' an extra chromosome And when you grab me, don't grab me by the buns Cause I got a bad case of the runs I got the runs I got the runs Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say Oooh Bo I wanna break it down for y'all I came from the streets, with nothin' Now I'm makin' hit records For my people still livin' in the streets Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you I'm doin' this for you My success is your success And I know you may be thinkin' Hey, if you really believe that Why don't you use some of your money To help rebuild the neighborhood Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski? And to that I say (uh, chorus is comin' up): Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say Uh uh! You got a fume like a tuna I'll smell ya later I met a fat chick and I fucked her in an elevator It was wrong on so many levels It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels It was wrong on so many levels (uh) It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oooh Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say Oooh Single every single Do it every single Pop that single like a Pringle jingle Oooh Bo This song's almost completed All this little ditty needed Instrument that's double reeded: The oboe (Yea) Oh, Bo, play that oboe

Write lyrics for a song that satirizes the current state of mainstream hip-hop with vulgar and offensive language, while incorporating nonsensical rhymes, pop culture references, and a repetitive chorus, all delivered with a deliberately obnoxious and boastful persona.

What Goes Around... / ...Comes Around Interlude

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Justin Timberlake

Hey, girl Is he everything you wanted in a man? You know I gave you the world You had me in the palm of your hand So why your love went away I just can't seem to understand Thought it was me and you, baby Me and you until the end, but I guess I was wrong, uh Don't wanna think about it (Uh) Don't wanna talk about it (Uh) I'm just so sick about it Can't believe it's endin' this way Just so confused about it (Uh) Feelin' the blues about it (Yeah) I just can't do without ya Tell me, is this fair? Is this the way it's really going down? Is this how we say goodbye? Should've known better when you came around That you were gonna make me cry It's breakin' my heart to watch you run around 'Cause I know that you're livin' a lie But that's okay, baby, 'cause in time, you will find What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around Yeah Now, girl I remember everything that you claimed You said that you were movin' on now (On now) And maybe I should do the same (Maybe I should do the same) The funny thing about that is I was ready to give you my name Thought it was me and you, baby And now it's all just a shame and I guess I was wrong, uh Don't wanna think about it (No) Don't wanna talk about it (Hmm) I'm just so sick about it Can't believe it's endin' this way Just so confused about it (Uh) Feelin' the blues about it (Yeah) I just can't do without ya Can you tell me, is this fair? Is this the way it's really going down? Is this how we say goodbye? (Uh) Should've known better when you came around Should've known better that you were gonna make me cry Now it's breakin' my heart to watch you run around 'Cause I know that you're livin' a lie That's okay, baby, 'cause in time, you will find What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around Yeah What goes around comes around Yeah What goes around comes around You should know that What goes around comes around Yeah What goes around comes around You should know that (Yeah) Don't wanna think about it (No) Don't wanna talk about it (Hmm) I'm just so sick about it Can't believe it's endin' this way Just so confused about it (Uh) Feelin' the blues about it (Yeah) I just can't do without ya Tell me, is this fair? Is this the way it's really going down? Is this how we say goodbye? (Oh) Should've known better when you came around Should've known better that you were gonna make me cry It's breakin' my heart to watch you run around (Now it's breakin' my heart) 'Cause I know that you're livin' a lie But that's okay, baby, 'cause in time, you will find What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around, yeah Yep, yep, yep Let me paint this picture for you, baby, yep You spend your nights alone and he never comes home And every time you call him, all you get's a busy tone I heard you found out that he's doin' to you What you did to me, ain't that the way it goes? When you cheated, girl, my heart bleeded, girl So it goes without sayin' that you left me feelin' hurt Just a classic case, a scenario Tale as old as time, girl, you got what you deserved And now you want somebody (Hey) To cure the lonely nights (Hey) You wish you had somebody (Hey) That could come and make it right (Hey) But girl, I ain't somebody (Hey) With a lot of sympathy (Hey) You'll see, see (What goes around comes back around) I thought I told ya, hey (What goes around comes back around) I thought I told ya, hey (What goes around comes back around) I thought I told ya, hey (What goes around comes back around) I thought I told ya, hey (Take it to 'em, hey, hey, hey, hey) Hahahaha (Hey, hey, hey, hey, Take it to 'em) See, you should've listened to me, baby (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Take it to 'em) Hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Take it to 'em, hey, hey, hey) (Hey Girl) Because (What goes around comes back around) Hahahaha

Write lyrics for a song about heartbreak and revenge that emphasizes a cyclical theme of karma, similar in style to a Justin Timberlake song, focusing on the betrayal of the singer by a woman.

Save Me

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Nicki Minaj

I drove for miles just to find you and find myself All these screams, all these voices in my head You gave me strength, gave me hope for a lifetime I never was satisfied This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up Givin' up Givin' up Givin' up It's not your fault, I'm a bitch, I'm a monster Yes, I'm a beast, and I feast when I conquer But I'm alone on my throne, all these riches I came this way, all this way just to say, ayy This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up Givin' up Givin' up Givin' up I'm givin' up baby, yes I'm givin' up, baby It feels like I've been drivin' for miles (Yeah) I'm givin' up, baby And I can't seem to silence these voices in my head (Yeah) This time, won't you save me? Come save me This time, won't you save me? Come save me This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up (Givin' up) Givin' up

Write lyrics for a song that expresses desperation and vulnerability through repeated pleas for salvation, juxtaposing self-deprecating admissions of being a "monster" with feelings of isolation and giving up.

Im a Slave 4 U

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Britney Spears

I know I may be young, but I’ve got feelings too And I need to do what I feel like doing So let me go and just listen All you people look at me like I’m a little girl Well, did you ever think it'd be okay for me to step into this world? Always saying, "Little girl, don’t step into the club" Well, I’m just tryna find out why, 'cause dancing’s what I love, yeah (Now watch me) Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh Get it, get it, get it, get it, woah (Do you like it?) Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh (This feels good) I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy What’s practical? What's logical? What the hell, who cares? All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancing there I’m a slave for you I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I’m a slave for you I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it Baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (I just wanna dance next to you) To another time and place Oh, baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (Are you ready?) Leaving behind my name and age (Let's go) Like that You like it? Yeah Now watch me Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh Get it, get it, get it, get it, woah (Do you like it?) Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh (This feels good) I really wanna dance tonight with you (I just can’t help myself) I really wanna do what you want me to (I just feel I let myself go) I really wanna dance tonight with you (I wanna see you move) I really wanna do what you want me to (Uh, uh, uh) Baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (I just wanna dance next to you) To another time and place Oh, baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (Are you ready?) Leaving behind my name and age I’m a slave for you (Like that) I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I’m a slave for you (It just feels right, it just feels good) I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it, baby Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh (It's just you and me) Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh I’m a slave for you (Here we go now) I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I’m a slave for you (Here we go) I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Like that

Write lyrics for a song that expresses a young woman's desire for freedom and expression through dance, incorporating themes of defiance against societal expectations, self-discovery, and a passionate connection with another person on the dance floor, with a repetitive, catchy chorus emphasizing the act of dancing.

Miami 2 Ibiza

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Swedish House Mafia

She said she likes my watch, but she wants Steve's AP And she stay up all hours watching QVC She said she loves my songs, she bought my MP3 And so I put her number in my Bold BB I got a black BM, she got a white TT She wanna see what's hiding in my CK briefs I tell her, "Wear suspenders and some PVC" And then I'll film it all up on my JVC Scene one Everybody get in your positions Pay attention And listen We're tryna get this all in one take So let's try to make that happen Take one Action She pose for FHM, she like my black LV We spilling LPR up on my APC I'm in my PRPS and my Nike SB's Raving with SHM, London to NYC I got my visa and my Visa, a diva and her dealer Bitch, I'm up on the guest list with the Swedish House Mafia You can find me on a table full of vodka and tequila Surrounded by some bunnies and it ain't fucking Easter I'll wake up in the morning with a mild case of amnesia With a girl that like a girl like Lindsay Lo and Queen Latifah If you niggas are balling, then boy, I must be FIFA And that's standard procedure from Miami to Ibiza Yeah From Miami to Ibiza Yeah From Miami to Ibiza

Write lyrics for a song that embodies a boastful, materialistic lifestyle with references to luxury brands, celebrity culture, and party scenes, incorporating a rapid-fire delivery and a focus on the artist's perceived success and sexual conquests, including the use of specific brand names and pop culture references.

TiK ToK

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Kesha

Wake up in the morning feelin' like P. Diddy (Hey, what up, girl?) Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go) Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack 'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes Boys blowin' up our phones, phones Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite CDs Pullin' up to the parties Tryna get a little bit tipsy Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here And now the dudes are linin' up 'cause they hear we got swagger But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger I'm talkin' about errbody gettin' crunk, crunk Boys try to touch my junk, junk Gonna smack him if he gettin' too drunk, drunk Now, now we go until they kick us out, out Or the police shut us down, down Police shut us down, down Po-po shut us down Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Oh, whoa, whoa, oh (DJ) You build me up, you break me down My heart, it pounds, yeah, you got me With my hands up, you got me now You got that sound, yeah, you got me (DJ) You build me up, you break me down My heart, it pounds, yeah, you got me With my hands up, put your hands up Put your hands up Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa, oh Oh, whoa, whoa, oh

Write lyrics for a high-energy, party anthem with a carefree, slightly irreverent tone, incorporating specific references to pop culture (P. Diddy, Mick Jagger) and a repetitive, catchy chorus with the phrase "Don't stop, make it pop."

Rude Boy

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Rihanna

Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Tonight, I'ma let you be the captain Tonight, I'ma let you do your thing, yeah Tonight, I'ma let you be a rider Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, babe Tonight, I'ma let it be fire Tonight, I'ma let you take me higher Tonight, baby, we could get it on, yeah, we could get it on, yeah Do you like it? Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want Give it to me, baby, like boom, boom, boom What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want Nah, nah-ah Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Tonight, I'ma give it to ya harder Tonight, I'ma turn ya body out Relax, let me do it how I wanna If you got it, I need it, and I'ma put it down Buckle up, I'ma give it to ya stronger Hands up, we could go a little longer Tonight, I'ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby Like it? Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want Give it to me, baby, like boom, boom, boom What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want Nah, nah-ah Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me I like the way you touch me there I like the way you pull my hair Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking, no, no (Oh no) I like when you tell me 'kiss you there' I like when you tell me 'move it there' So giddy-up, time to get it up You say you a rude boy, show me what you got now Come here right now Take it, take it, baby, baby Take it, take it, love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Love me, love me (Love me, love me, love me, love me) Take it, take it, baby, baby Take it, take it, love me, love me Love me, love me (Love me, love me) Yeah, yeah, yeah Take it, take it, baby, baby Take it, take it, love me, love me

Write lyrics for a sassy, sexually charged song with a repetitive structure, featuring the phrase "rude boy" as a direct address, call and response, and explicit language, with a strong emphasis on physical connection and dominance.

Booty Bounce

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Dev

DJ, DJ, DJ DJ put that record on, that's my song, that's my shit Poppin' Henny XO, all these hoes on my dick Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce B-bounce, bounce, booty bounce They call me Dev, I ain't your average bitch I'm in the club every weekend on some sav-ass shit And-and I ain't too pretty to slap a ho So all you girls acting shitty, better hit the back door Where they at? (Where they at?) I think I saw them in the back (In the back) I think we're out numbered, fuck it (fuck it) I got a baseball bat (I got a baseball bat) Where the hell'd you get your man like that? Put his number in my hand like that Ripped it up like I didn't give a fuck Didn't even give him a chance like that DJ put that record on, that's my song, that's my shit Poppin' Henny XO, all these hoes on my dick Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce B-bounce, bounce, booty bounce Ridin' in a saucy whip Never give a fuck, it don't cost me shit I'm a gangsta baby, just kidding Oh no she didn't You can't do it like me, uh uh, nah, you can't do it like me (N-n-n-nah, you can't do it like me) I bet you wish you could do it like me Poppin' bottles in the ice like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizzard Sippin' sizzurp in my ride like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 DJ put that record on, that's my song, that's my shit Poppin' Henny XO, all these hoes on my dick Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce B-bounce, bounce, booty bounce Poppin' bottles in the ice like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizzard Sippin' sizzurp in my ride like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G, like a G6, like a G6 Now, n-now, n-now, now, now, now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 DJ put that record on, that's my song, that's my shit Poppin' Henny XO, all these hoes on my dick Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce Bet you wanna see this booty bounce B-bounce, bounce, booty bounce

Write lyrics for a braggadocious, unapologetic hip-hop song with a repetitive, catchy chorus about dancing and partying, referencing alcohol, the DJ, and a confident, assertive female persona.

Holiday

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Vampire Weekend

Holiday, oh, a holiday And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear Holiday, still so far away Our republic on the beach I can't forget just how bad it gets When I'm counting on my teeth But if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear A vegetarian since the invasion She'd never seen the word 'bombs' She'd never seen the word 'bombs' Blown up to 96-point Futura She'd never seen an AK In a yellowy Day-Glo display A T-shirt so lovely, it turned all the history books grey I got wheels, I got Cutter spray And a healthy sense of worth Half of me is the gasoline But the other half's the surf So if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear

Write lyrics for a song that captures a feeling of escapism and longing for a break, juxtaposing personal anxieties with surreal and slightly absurd imagery, featuring references to a holiday, unusual objects, and a sense of impending doom.

Surfs Up

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The Beach Boys

A diamond necklace played the pawn Hand in hand some drummed along, oh To a handsome mannered baton (Bygone, bygone) A blind class aristocracy Back through the opera glass you see The pit and the pendulum drawn (Bygone, bygone) Columnated ruins domino Canvass the town and brush the backdrop Are you sleeping? Hung velvet overtaken me Dim chandelier awaken me To a song dissolved in the dawn (Bygone, bygone) The music hall a costly bow The music all is lost for now To a muted trumpeter swan (Bygone, bygone) Columnated ruins domino Canvass the town and brush the backdrop Are you sleeping, Brother John? Dove nested towers the hour was Strike the street quicksilver moon Carriage across the fog Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne The glass was raised, the fired rose The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting While at port adieu or die A choke of grief heart hardened, I Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry Surf's Up, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Aboard a tidal wave Come about hard and join The young and often spring you gave I heard the word Wonderful thing A children's song Child, child, child, child, child A child is the father of the man Child, child, child, child, child A child is the father of the man A children's song Have you listened as they played Their song is love And the children know the way That's why the child is the father to the man Child, child, child, child, child Child, child, child, child, child Na na na na na na na na Child, child, child, child, child That's why the child is the father to the man Child, child, child, child, child

Write lyrics for a song that evokes a sense of nostalgia for a bygone era, blending evocative imagery of opulence and decay with a recurring "bygone" refrain and incorporating themes of lost love, childhood innocence, and philosophical reflection.

Me You Album Version

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Nero

Are you ready, do you know? I feel it too Are you ready, I've got to show I feel this for you I feel this for you [3x] Are you ready? Are you ready, do you know? I feel it too I feel this for you I feel this for you Oh yeah, are you ready? Me and you Me and you [3x] Are you ready? Are you ready, do you know? I feel it too I feel this for you I feel

Write lyrics for a song that expresses an intense, shared feeling between two people, using repetitive phrases and questions to build anticipation, and a simple, almost minimalist style.

The Other Side

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Bruno Mars

Truth of the matter is I'm complicated You're as straight as they come You go 'bout your day, baby While I hide from the sun It's better if you don't understand 'Cause you won't know what it's like until you try You know I, I've been waiting on the other side And you, all you gotta do is cross the line I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide You know I, I've been waiting on the other Waiting on the other side We would live forever Who could ask for more? You could die if you wanted But baby, what for? It's better if you don't understand And you won't know what it's like until you try You know I, I've been waiting on the other side And you, all you gotta do is cross the line I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just got to decide You know I, I've been waiting on the other Waiting on the other side If they say life's a dream, call this insomnia 'Cause this ain't Wonderland, it damn sure ain't Narnia And once you cross the line, you can't change your mind Yeah, I'm a monster, but I'm no Frankenstein And quite frankly, I've been feelin' insane in between my eyes I really can't explain what I feel inside If you knew what I was, you would run and hide Many have tried to go into the night And cross over the line, and come back alive But that's the price we paying when we living on the other side You know I, I've been waiting on the other side And you, all you gotta do is cross the line I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide You know I, I've been waiting on the other Waiting on the other side It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand

Write lyrics for a song that contrasts a complicated, introspective narrator with a more straightforward person, exploring the theme of crossing a metaphorical line to embrace a different, potentially dangerous, reality, using a mix of direct address and a repetitive chorus emphasizing waiting on the "other side."

Party in the U.S.A.

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Miley Cyrus

I hopped off the plane at LAX With a dream and my cardigan Welcome to the land of fame excess (Whoa) Am I gonna fit in? Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign This is all so crazy Everybody seems so famous My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick Too much pressure and I'm nervous That's when the taxi man turned on the radio And a JAY-Z song was on And a JAY-Z song was on And a JAY-Z song was on So I put my hands up They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" Got my hands up, they're playing my song You know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.  Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.  Get to the club in my taxi cab Everybody's lookin' at me now Like, "Who's that chick that's rockin' kicks? She gotta be from out of town" So hard with my girls not around me It's definitely not a Nashville party 'Cause all I see are stilettos I guess I never got the memo My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick Too much pressure and I'm nervous That's when the DJ dropped my favorite tune And a Britney song was on And a Britney song was on And a Britney song was on So I put my hands up They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" Got my hands up, they're playing my song You know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.  Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.  Feel like hopping on a flight (On a flight) Back to my hometown tonight (Town tonight) Something stops me every time (Every time) The DJ plays my song and I feel alright (Hey, hey) So I put my hands up They're playing my song, the butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" (N-n-n-noddin' my head) Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" (Ooh, yeah) Got my hands up, they're playing my song You know I'm gonna be okay (Gonna be okay) Yeah (Na-na, na-na), it's a party in the U.S.A.  Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.  So I put my hands up They're playing my song, the butterflies fly away (Flying away) I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" (Noddin' my head like, "Yeah") Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" (Movin' my hips like, "Yeah") Got my hands up, they're playing my song You know I'm gonna be okay (I'm gonna be okay) Yeah (Yeah), it's a party in the U.S.A.  Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha), it's a party in the U.S.A. 

Write lyrics for a song that captures the experience of arriving in a glamorous, unfamiliar city (like Los Angeles) from a small town, with feelings of homesickness and anxiety, but ultimately finding confidence and excitement through familiar music played in unexpected places.

Dance Yrself Clean

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LCD Soundsystem

Walking up to me expecting Walking up to me expecting words It happens all the time Present company excepted Present company except the worst It happens every night Ah-ahhhh-ah-ah Present company excluded every time Ah-ahhhh-ah-ah Present company, the best that you can find Talking like a jerk Except you are an actual jerk And living proof that sometimes friends are mean Present company expect it Present company, just laugh it off It's better than it seems Ah-ahhhh-ah-ah Present company excluded in every way Ah-ahhhh-ah-ah Present company, makes me wanna stay Go Killing it with close inspection Killing it can only make it worse It sort of makes it breed Present company accepting Presently we all expect the worst It works just like a need Ah-ahhhh-ah-ah Present company excluded in the night Ah-ahhhh-ah-ah Present company included in the fight Ah-ahhhhhhh Ah-ah-ahhhh Ahhhhh Ah-ahhhh Don't you want me to wake up Then give me just a bit of your time Arguments are made for make-ups So give it just a little more time We've got to bring the resources I wanna play it 'til the time comes Forget your string of divorces You go and throw your little hands up It's late Oh Honey, it's late Oh I miss the way the night goes With friends who always make it feel good This basement has a cold glow Though it's better than a bunch of others So go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're blowing Marxism to pieces Their little arguments to pieces It's your show It's your show It's your show It's your show It's your show... Put your little feet down And hang out Every night's a different story It's a thirty car pile-up with you Everybody's getting younger It's the end of an era, it's true And you go Stop, stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, stop, stop Break me into bigger pieces So some of me is home with you Wait until the weekend And we can make our bad dreams come true And it's a-go Yeah, it's a-go And if we wait until the weekend We can miss the best things to do Go and dance yourself clean, ah Go and dance yourself clean, yeah You're blowing Marxism to pieces Their little arguments to pieces We should try a little harder In the tedious march of the few Every day's a different warning There's a part of me hoping it's true

Write lyrics for a song that uses a repetitive structure with variations on the phrase "Present company," explores themes of social dynamics, conflict, and resolution, and incorporates a mix of cynical and hopeful tones with a driving, almost manic energy.

California English

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Vampire Weekend

Wouldn't ever gag you with a spoon, my only true love Never really heard you speak that way, it's unworthy of Funny how that little college girl called language corrupt Funny how the other private schools had no Hapa Club Someone took a trip before you came to ski in the Alps Your father moved across the country just to sunburn his scalp Contra Costa, Contra Mundum, contradict what I say Living like the French Connection, but we'll die in LA Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through the condo that they'll never finish Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish And through your brain to California English No one sits inside a freezing flat and stays there 'til May Leafing through a stack of A-Zs to surf the UK Waiting with the wind against your face and gel in your hair Shivering in little undershirts, but don't seem to care Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through the condo that they'll never finish Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish And through your brain to California English Sweet carob rice cake, she don't care how the sweets taste Fake Philly cheese steak but she use real toothpaste 'Cause if that Tom's don't work, if it just makes you worse Would you lose all of your faith in the good earth? And if it's all a curse, and we're just getting worse Baby, please don't lose your faith in the good earth Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through the condo that they'll never finish Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish And through your brain to California English Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through the condo that they'll never finish Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish And through your brain to California English

Write lyrics for a song that uses a stream-of-consciousness style with unexpected juxtapositions and cultural references, focusing on themes of disillusionment, California culture, and a sense of disconnection, incorporating repetitive, almost mantra-like lines about being "blasted" through various technologies.

I Want to Be Well

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Sufjan Stevens

To think that I would die this time Isolated in the room where the bed rises Photographic ordinary people are everywhere Extraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary histories I'll find sleep, I'll find peace Or in death we sleep with ease To figure that it was my fault Or so I've come to realize life is not about Love to some and (ordinary people are everywhere) Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people are Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn Illness is watching, waiting its turn Did I go at it wrong? Did I go intentionally to destroy me? I'm suffering in noise I'm suffering in (touching ordinary bodies) The burning from within the burning from with (ordinary hysteria) I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace (extraordinary hysteria) So do yourself a good (so do yourself a good), or do yourself a death (or do yourself a death) from ordinary (do yourself a good) causes (do yourself a good) Or do yourself a favor (or do yourself a good), or do yourself a death (do yourself a death) from ordinary (do yourself a good) causes Illness likes to prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonely When it bites, oh, I would rather be dead I would rather be fine I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be well And I forgive you even (I want to be well, I want to be well I want to be) As you choke me that way (well, I want to be well, I want to be) With the pill or demon (well, I want to be well, I want to be) And the shrouded shalom (well, I want to be well, I want to be) Under conversation (well, I want to be well, I want to be) In tremendous weight of (well, I want to be well, I want to be) A crowd of ages outside (well, I want to be well, I want to be) Dressed for murder (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not (well, I want to be well, I want to be well, I) And shall I kiss you even As you take me that way? With the pill or demon As my body changes Apparitions gone awry They surround me, all sides But from within I see it, unholy changes I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be) I'm not, I'm not, I'm not (well, I want to be well, well I to be well, well, I)

Write lyrics for a song that... describes a feeling of internal struggle, desperation, and a yearning for wellness, incorporating themes of isolation, illness, and a struggle with mental health, and juxtaposing themes of ordinariness and extraordinariness.

Cloud of Unknowing

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Gorillaz

On the cloud of unknowing My world seems open Every satellite up here is watching But I was here from the very start Trying to find a way to your heart All the days of forgetting They've gone out with the tide Lost at sea somewhere, waiting Like setting suns at the rodeo Trying to find someone you'll never know Oh, sinking love On the cloud of unknowing Every satellite up here is watching Waiting to see what the morning brings May bring sunshine on its wings

Write lyrics for a song that explores themes of longing and uncertainty, with a dreamlike and slightly melancholic mood, incorporating imagery of space, the ocean, and a sense of lost connection, culminating in a hopeful, yet still uncertain, resolution.

We Dance to the Beat

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Robyn

We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of the continents shifting under our feet We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of a new, better, faster breed We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of radioactivity blocking the exits We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of false math and unrecognised genius We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of distorted knowledge passed on We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of a distant rumble We dance to the beat, we dancing And it's loud and proud And it's loud and proud And it's loud and proud We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat of silent mutation We dance to the beat of your brain not evolving fast enough We dance to the beat of raw talent wasted We dance to the beat of bad kissers clicking teeth We dance to the beat of opportunity knocking We dance to the beat of an eviction next door We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat Of another recycled rebellion Of consolidating assets Of another crowd losing it Of your voice breaking up in static Of suburbia burning Of communication gone mad We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat And we don't stop And we don't stop And we don't stop And we don't stop And we don't stop We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat And we don't stop, and we don't stop We dance to the beat of a billion charges of endorphin We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of a love lost and then won back We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of source code and conjuring We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of gravity giving us a break We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance

Write lyrics for a repetitive, driving song about dancing, with a chaotic and slightly dystopian feel, featuring the phrase "We dance to the beat" followed by increasingly surreal and specific descriptions of what the beat represents.

Grow a Pear

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Kesha

Last night, I had enough of you I put on the brakes And I could tell you took it hard It was all over your face That you were slippin' And flippin' But here is the sitch I signed up for a man But you are just a bitch You should know That I love You a lot But I just can't date a dude with a vag' When we fell in love, you made my heart drop And you had me thinkin' 'bout you non-stop But you cry 'bout this and whine about that When you grow a pear, you can call me back Yeah, I think you're hot, I think you're alright But you're actin' like a chick all the time You were cool and now you're not, just like that When you grow a pear, you can call me back When I first met you, panties droppin' Every time I saw you, it was on and One day you asked if we could just talk And that's the reason why I'm walkin' If I am honest I'm just not hooked on your phonics I'm not tryin' to be rude or crude I just wanted one thing from you And you got confused You should know That I love You a lot But I just can't date a dude with a vag' When we fell in love, you made my heart drop And you had me thinkin' 'bout you non-stop But you cry 'bout this and whine about that When you grow a pear, you can call me back Yeah, I think you're hot, I think you're alright But you're actin' like a chick all the time You were cool and now you're not, just like that When you grow a pear, you can call me back When you grow a pear, you can call me back When you grow a pear, you can call me back Grow a pair, you can call me back When you grow a pear, you can call me back Oh Grow a pear, you can call me back And no, I don't want to see your mangina When you grow a pear, you can call me back When we fell in love, you made my heart drop And you had me thinkin' 'bout you non-stop But you cry 'bout this and whine about that When you grow a pear, you can call me back Yeah, I think you're hot, I think you're alright But you're actin' like a chick all the time You were cool and now you're not, just like that When you grow a pear, you can call me back

Write lyrics for a song that expresses the frustration of a man breaking up with a partner who he feels is acting overly emotional and feminine, using blunt language and a repetitive chorus emphasizing the need for the partner to "grow a pair."

Firework

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Katy Perry

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper-thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you? 'Cause there's a spark in you You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night Like the Fourth of July 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "awe, awe, awe," As you shoot across the sky Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "awe, awe, awe" You're gonna leave them all in awe, awe, awe You don't have to feel like a waste of space You're original, cannot be replaced If you only knew what the future holds After a hurricane comes a rainbow Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow And when it's time, you'll know You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night Like the Fourth of July 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "awe, awe, awe" As you shoot across the sky Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "awe, awe, awe" You're gonna leave them all in awe, awe, awe Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon It's always been inside of you, you, you And now it's time to let it through 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "awe, awe, awe," As you shoot across the sky Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "awe, awe, awe" You're gonna leave them all in awe, awe, awe Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Write lyrics for an uplifting pop song that contrasts feelings of self-doubt and worthlessness with a message of empowerment and self-discovery, using metaphors of fragile objects and fireworks to convey transformation and inner potential.

My Love

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Justin Timberlake

Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my— If I wrote you a symphony Just to say how much you mean to me (What would you do?) If I told you you were beautiful Would you date me on the regular? (Tell me, would you?) Well, baby, I've been around the world But I ain't seen myself another girl (Like you) This ring here represents my heart But there's just one thing I need from you (Saying "I do") Because I can see us holdin' hands Walkin' on the beach, our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sittin' on the grass, layin' side by side You can be my baby Let me make you my lady, girl, you amaze me Ain't gotta do nothin' crazy See, all I want you to do is be my love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot, my love Love, girl, my love, my love Now If I wrote you a love note And made you smile at every word I wrote (What would you do?) Would that make you wanna change your scene And wanna be the one on my team? (Tell me, would you?) See, what's the point in waitin' anymore? 'Cause girl, I've never been more sure (That, baby, it's you) This ring here represents my heart And everything that you been waitin' for (Just say it, "I do") Because I can see us holdin' hands Walkin' on the beach, our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sittin' on the grass, layin' side by side You can be my baby Let me make you my lady, girl, you amaze me Ain't gotta do nothin' crazy See, all I want you to do is be my love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot, my love Love, my love, my love Aight, it's time to get it, JT I don't know what you hesitatin' for, man Ay, ay, ay Shawty cool as a fan, on the move once again (Ay) But he still has fans from Peru to Japan Hey, listen, baby, I don't wanna ruin your plan (Nah) But if you got a man, try to lose him if you can 'Cause the girls worldwide throw they hands up high When they wanna come and kick it with a stand-up guy You don't really wanna let the chance go by 'Cause you ain't been seen with a man so fly And, babe, with friends so fly, I can go fly Private, 'cause I handle my B.I They call me Candle Guy (Why?) Simply 'cause I am on fire (Haha) I hate to have to cancel my vacation, so you can't deny I'm patient, but I ain't gon' try (Nah) You don't come, I ain't gon' die Hold up, what you mean? You can't go? Why? (Why?) Me and your boyfriend, we ain't no tie (Uh-uh) You say you wanna kick it when I ain't so high (Man...) Well, baby, it's obvious that I ain't yo' guy I ain't gon' lie, I'll fill your space But forget your face, I swear I will St. Bart's, Anguilla, anywhere I chill (Nice) Just bring with me a pair, I will (C'mon) I can see us holdin' hands Walkin' on the beach, our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sittin' on the grass, layin' side by side You can be my baby Let me make you my lady, girl, you amaze me Ain't gotta do nothin' crazy See, all I want you to do is be my love (Love) My love (Love) My love (Love) Ain't another woman that could take your spot My love (Love) My love (Love) My love (Love) Ain't another woman that could take your spot, my love Love, love, my love, my love

Write lyrics for a song that is in the style of a proposal song. Write lyrics that use the phrase "I can see us..." and that include a call and response element, or a similar variation, with "what would you do?"

WORDS WORDS WORDS

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Bo Burnham

Let's rock! 1! 2! 1-2-3-4! I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady But nice, 'cause I texted Haiti 90 lady cops in the road And I'm arrested for doing 80 Like Hamlet, all about "words, words, words" Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds I'm a gay sea otter: I blow other dudes out of the water I'm the man muffin, diving, muffin' Cold and fly like an arctic puffin Puffing whacky tobaccy Hating other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki And I've been rocking this mic before electricity Way back in 1000 BCE - That's before the common era (era, era, era, era, era, era, ah) I can't be stopped Flow so sick that it should be mopped up Chick's got a dixie cup I gotta dick full of helium; I'll fuck you up A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch Botox in the third person I give the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the third person Ooh, just relax; if you wanna know me, here's two facts I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypo-crite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Met a girl named Macy, had sex with her all day But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doing the YMCA We ballin', Asian, Wii bowling, Prostate cancer semi-colon Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking Atticus Finch, killing, mocking Cry like a child would You raped my childhood Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and Rhyming, mathematical timing Syntax impacts the intact hymen I'm an internet provider Came from the web like a horny spider Fucked a girl in an apple orchard Then came in cider I thought AIDS was a butt virus Like conjunction junction conjunctivitis I spit gold bars 'cause I was Molested by my uncle Midas Gay dads blow pops, another sucker Oedipus was the first motherfucker I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Hungry hungry hippo-crite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite We the people of the USA José, we're not talking to you, esé We got a border in order to keep you out It's what my NYU essay's about 'Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess Molested by my Uncle Sam, is that incest? "I WANT YOU" to smell my finger Does my nephew's scent still linger? South of queers, north of hell The queer ones suck and the brown ones smell We guard the border and we guard it well But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell Did I say liberty? I meant taco Paco, hey I better let that rock go 'Cause in real life Goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins One more time! I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Hungry hungry hippo-crite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hyBreak it down now! What! Pocrite Bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh Bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes Bitches and hoes don't exist Because the hoes know Bo's a feminist Bitches and hoes don't exist Because the hoes know Bo's a feminist Take off your bras and burn 'em Or you can let me burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em, oh You can let Bo Burnham burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em You can let me burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em, burn 'em Or you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em

Write lyrics for a satirical, rapid-fire rap song in a stream-of-consciousness style, filled with absurd juxtapositions, offensive humor, pop culture references, and self-deprecating hypocrisy, featuring frequent breaks and a recurring anti-chorus.

Day-O Banana Boat Song

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Harry Belafonte

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Work all night on a drink a rum (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Stack banana 'til the mornin' come (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Come, mister tally man, tally me banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Come, mister tally man, tally me banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day, me say day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day (Daylight come and me wan' go home) A beautiful bunch of ripe banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Hide the deadly black tarantula (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day, me say day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Come, mister tally man, tally me banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Come, mister tally man, tally me banana (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day-o, day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and me wan' go home) Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o (Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Write lyrics for a repetitive, call-and-response song in a Caribbean style, featuring the refrain "Daylight come and me wan' go home" and the repeated phrase "Come, mister tally man, tally me banana," focusing on the labor of harvesting bananas.

In My Head Remix

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Jason Derulo

Th-th-th-this is the remix Jason Derulo (J-J-J-J-J.R.) And Nicki Minaj (Beluga Heights) Yeah, everybody looking for love (oh) Ain't that the reason you're at this club? Oh (huh) You ain't gon' find it dancing with him, no (no) I've got a better solution for you, girl, oh (huh) Just leave with me now, say the word and we'll go (and we'll go) I'll be your teacher, I'll show you the ropes (you the ropes) You'll see the side of love you've never known I can see it going down, going down In my head, I see you all over me In my head, you fulfill my fantasy In my head, you'll be screaming loud In my head, it's going down In my head, it's going down In my head, yeah Th-th-th-this is the remix In my head, oh, yeah, c'mon Nicki Minaj, Young Money Astronomical Animated, so comical His fantasy takes us to Monaco A-A-A-All up in his head like a follicle Haha, bite me Your money short, five feet Put me in the ward, psyche Smash more clubs than Tiger Woods' wifey Uh, I am the bitch Wash them dishes and feed me grits Hit up J.R. and tell him to call Jason Do a pop song and stack my Caucasians Kyuh, now let's head to Beijing Kiss kiss 'cause I'm in a part of his daydream There I go, go There I go-o-o-o (This is the remix) In my head, I see you all over me (baby, all over me) In my head, you fulfill my fantasy (fulfill my fantasy) In my head, you'll be screaming loud In my head, it's going down In my head, it's going down In my head Break it down (ayo, ayo), c'mon on, let's go (ayo) You're singing to me, baby, in my head right now (Ayo, ayo), c'mon, yeah (ayo, ayo) She'll be screaming out when it all goes down Just leave with me now, say the word and we'll go (and we'll go) I'll be your teacher, I'll show you the ropes (you the ropes) You'll see the side of love you've never known I can see it going down, going down In my head, I see you all over me (head) In my head, you fulfill my fantasy (head) In my head, you'll be screaming loud (head, oh, oh) In my head, it's going down In my head, it's going down In my head, I see you all over me (all over you) In my head, you fulfill my fantasy (you do, baby) In my head, you'll be screaming loud (oh, oh) In my head, it's going down (in my head) In my head, it's going down It's going down in my head

Write lyrics for a song that blends a smooth R&B vocal from a male artist about a sexual fantasy with a rapid-fire, boastful rap verse from a female artist, featuring references to pop culture and a repeated "In my head" chorus, and calls out the artists as a remix.

Wanna Be Startin Somethin

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Michael Jackson

I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) I took my baby to the doctor with a fever But nothin' he found By the time this hit the street They said she had a breakdown Someone's always tryin' To start my baby cryin' Talkin', squealin', lyin' Sayin' you just want to be startin' somethin' I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) You love to pretend that you're good When you're always up to no good You really can't make him hate her So your tongue became a razor Someone's always tryin' To keep my baby cryin' Treacherous, cunnin', declinin' You got my baby cryin' (Hee) I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable) You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable) Still they hate you (Still they hate you) You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable) You're just a buffet (You're just a buffet) (You're a vegetable) You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable) They eat off of you (They eat off of you) (You're a vegetable) You're a vegetable, aaow! Billie Jean is always talkin' when nobody else is talkin' Tellin' lies and rubbin' shoulders So they called her mouth a motor Someone's always tryin' To start my baby cryin' Talkin', squealin', spyin' Sayin' you just want to be startin' somethin' I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable) You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable) Still they hate you (Still they hate you) You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable) You're just a buffet (You're just a buffet) (You're a vegetable) You're a vegetable (You're a vegetable) They eat off of you (They eat off of you) (You're a vegetable) You're a vegetable, aaow! Aaow! Hee-haw! (Ooh!) If you can't feed your baby (Yeah, yeah) Then don't have a baby (Yeah, yeah) And don't think maybe (Yeah, yeah) If you can't feed your baby (Yeah, yeah) You'll be always tryin' To stop that child from cryin' Hustlin', stealin', lyin' Now baby's slowly dyin' I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) It's too high to get over (Yeah, yeah) You're too low to get under (Yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (Yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (Yeah, yeah) Lift your head up high and scream out to the world "I know I am someone," and let the truth unfurl (Hee-ha) No one can hurt you now because you know what's true Yes, I believe in me, so do believe in you Help me sing it Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hoo-hoo) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hee-hee-hee) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hee-hee-hee) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Help me sing it, babe) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hee-hee-hee) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Yeah, sing it to the world) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Sing it out loud) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hoo-hoo) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hee-hee-hee) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Help me sing it) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hoo-hoo) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hee-hee) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Help me sing it to the world) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hoo-hoo) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hee-hee-hee) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hee-hee-hee) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Help me sing it) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hee-hee-hee) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Yeah) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Sing it to the world) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Sing it out loud) Ma-ma-say, ma-ma-sah, ma-ma-coo-sah (Hoo-hoo)

Write lyrics for a song that repeats a catchy phrase and uses call-and-response lines with "Yeah, yeah" to create a sense of urgency and frustration while describing issues of gossip, betrayal, and societal pressures, culminating in a message of self-belief.