Drake's new songs are all the same. Songs that either are just him shouting over some recycled trap beat about how he and his squad are better than yours or "singing" over a different crappy trap beat about how he misses some old broad that he used to smoke weed with.
Not to go all Vin here, but making sure that he'd be beloved by white teenagers was a smart move to make sure that he'd stay relevant.
I was 23, just a couple months younger than Aubrey himself, and sort of corny in the way that most 23 year olds are. I felt like Drake "got" me [...] I had a Skrillex haircut, an enthusiastic Blogspot, and made minimum wage at a Chinese fast food chain that was only marginally better than Panda Express.
literally imagine her selling crack in a poor street, while also prostituting herself
