Not on the same day as king slime

As far as me saying something, all imma say is

We also have

The air is musty, it’s coming

damn i love whenever i see kenza pop up in the credits. poetry book could be really dope

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that * can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

On a cold Tuesday night Viet was at mini golf in the pouring rain trying to work on his short game, suddenly out of nowhere chubbs called saying they drove by and saw he wasn’t wearing any mittens.
This worried chubbs as he doesn’t like his friends being cold
But the twist is drake was in Chubbs car and he luckily had his lucky golf glove on him. They got out the car jumped the fence in a beautiful left leg first jump to meet Viet in hole 5 (par 3).
Viet shocked and stunned was silent but he got the courage to murmur the word “signature” but all he had was the gold pen that he gets to mark the sheet with his score on.
Drake signed the glove and walked off Viet fell to his knees knowing he now has power over the ovo community to beg with the glove when they don’t believe him.

Tonight

Call it off! there is no album tomorrow...

That’s cus it’s tonight

The aura is...

very very scary like s*** you see in the movies

Tonight.

this thing of ours...

we got new rubber ducky lore 🤣🤣

ts has me dead

IF U NOT A AUBREY DRAKE GRAHAM ENJOYER LOCK YOUR DOORS, ROLL YOUR WINDOWS DOWN TONIGHT

SCARY HOURS

Musty and dirty and scary

DON'T CALL YOUR GYAL

WE ALREADY KNOW WHERE SHE IS

That "ok" song sounds insane

I JUST PUT 9 GYAL IN A SPRINTER

Dude got unreal work ethic. Dropping what looks like 4 albums in 3 years. About to tour. And now a poetry book. Not to mention producing on the side. My god.

lmaooo