Context – driving my dog to and from the vet
This new Drake sounds a bit fake makes me wake and bake
This old shit stealin’ 90’s bitch trying to scratch an itch
Goes way too long like Duck Dong and sing-a-longs
Still a small world in the after all wearin’ overalls.
I need to give my ghost-writer a raise my shit is on fiya. Drake makes the same joke (or close enough to) on More Life so I guess it’s not too soon. Or too late. Or too anything.
Drake sounds like you think Drake sounds. I had something more thoughtful planned to say about all of this but then my Spotify made itself “Shuffle” somehow so I have no idea which song I was listening to when or if I even technically heard all the songs on this album. I could sum this up by saying “Drake is like a Stockholm Syndrome rapper–when you start the album you’re not sure if you’re into it and can’t wait to turn it off but 15 tracks later your head’s bangin’ so I guess he’s alright.”
He’ll probably win Album of the Year for this because that’s how life works sometimes.