Jun 14, 2023
eye contactTrack 1: Pistols (feat. Romeo Santos)
if that bum ass 8 year old song on this im not listening (im lying but leave that in the drafts)
- OPJun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023
OakYet 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 nigga 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."
Jun 14, 2023OakYet 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 nigga 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.- Jun 14, 2023
My sources telling me this album is streets ahead
Jun 14, 2023·4 replies
Jun 14, 2023·2 repliesDrake solo studio albums are
1)TML
2)Take Care
3)NWTS
4)VIEWS
5)Scorpion
6)CLB
7)HNMWhere we get studio album 9 from?
Jun 14, 2023OakYet 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 nigga 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."The engineer, still in a state of awe, quickly complied with Drake's request. The room remained shrouded in silence as the track started playing once again. The haunting melody filled the studio, and Drake's introspective lyrics resonated with everyone present. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, waiting to hear Drake's feedback on the song.
As the track reached its end, Drake remained silent for a few moments, his gaze fixed on some distant point. The room held its breath, waiting for his verdict. Finally, he spoke, his voice carrying a mix of intensity and vulnerability.
"It's there, but it needs more. We need to dive deeper, make it raw, make it real. I want people to feel every word, every emotion." His words hung in the air, lingering with a weight that seemed to envelop the room.
The producers and engineers exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of Drake's words. This was no ordinary session; it was a pivotal moment in the creation of a masterpiece. They knew they had to rise to the occasion, pushing their creative boundaries to fulfill Drake's vision.
With renewed energy and a shared sense of purpose, the team got to work. They meticulously dissected the track, a***yzing every element, from the instrumentation to the vocal delivery. Hours turned into days as they fine-tuned the song, constantly striving for perfection.
During this intense period of refinement, the studio transformed into a sanctuary of creativity. The weed smoke continued to hang in the air, mingling with the scent of vanilla candles, while the amber lights cast an ethereal glow on the collaborative efforts taking place.
Drake remained a constant presence, observing, providing guidance when necessary, and pouring his heart and soul into the music. His meticulous attention to detail pushed everyone around him to elevate their craft. As they worked, the song evolved, taking on a life of its own, becoming an authentic reflection of Drake's emotions and experiences.
Days turned into weeks, and the final version of "Diamonds Dancing" began to emerge. The track had undergone a profound transformation, capturing the raw essence that Drake had sought from the beginning. It was a cathartic expression of pain, vulnerability, and resilience, all wrapped in his signature style.
When the moment of completion arrived, the studio erupted in a collective sense of accomplishment. The journey had been arduous, but the result was undeniably powerful. Drake's presence had infused the track with an unmatched intensity, and the team knew they had created something extraordinary.
As the last notes of "Diamonds Dancing" faded away, the room fell into a contemplative silence. The weight of the experience lingered, leaving a lasting impression on everyone involved. They had witnessed the birth of a musical masterpiece, a testament to the dedication and artistry that had unfolded within those studio walls.
In the days that followed, "Diamonds Dancing" would make its way into the world, touching the hearts and souls of millions. It would become an anthem of introspection, resonating with listeners who had experienced their own moments of betrayal, resilience, and personal growth.
And as for the night in Atlanta, it would forever be etched in the memories of those who were present, a testament to the creative power that can arise when artists delve deep into the recesses of their souls and transform their pain into art.
- Jun 14, 2023Deeeboi
f*** it give fiddy a feature
Vietbrah 😈Jun 14, 2023·1 replyJust cooked something up for y’all
- Jun 14, 2023·1 replyryuH
Drake solo studio albums are
1)TML
2)Take Care
3)NWTS
4)VIEWS
5)Scorpion
6)CLB
7)HNMWhere we get studio album 9 from?
They called IYRT an album retroactively
- OPJun 14, 2023·2 replies
- Jun 14, 2023Vietbrah
Just cooked something up for y’all
Viet dropping same day as drake
- Jun 14, 2023·1 replyJbreezyondeck
They called IYRT an album retroactively
Who is they?
- OPJun 14, 2023·1 replyryuH
Drake solo studio albums are
1)TML
2)Take Care
3)NWTS
4)VIEWS
5)Scorpion
6)CLB
7)HNMWhere we get studio album 9 from?
Solo sure, HL is an album
Jun 14, 2023ryuHWho is they?
Drake called it an album on Table For One before being corrected by Noel or Mark
- Vietbrah 😈Jun 14, 2023·edited·7 replies
- Jun 14, 2023eye contact
Looking like GoW Ragnarok
- Jun 14, 2023Vietbrah· edited
https://krakenfiles.com/view/XqqtpVnE9G/file.html
- Jun 14, 2023
- Jun 14, 2023Vietbrah· edited
https://krakenfiles.com/view/XqqtpVnE9G/file.html
Viet debut album coming Friday
- OPJun 14, 2023Vietbrah· edited
https://krakenfiles.com/view/XqqtpVnE9G/file.html
- Jun 14, 2023·1 replyJuninho CLB
Scenes when he drops an album full of gambling tips
Yall wanna parlay but couldn't stand on 2 legs
I only place a bet if the number 2x
Word to stake (steak) I bring the bacon home, with two eggs
And only post my bet slip when it's time to flex.And i tell em never bet on women mma
They too pretty to be fighting anyway
The high from the betting is like my henny days
Nowadays chubbs would rather lose a bet than a kidney, thats any day. - Jun 14, 2023benzo belly
Yall wanna parlay but couldn't stand on 2 legs
I only place a bet if the number 2x
Word to stake (steak) I bring the bacon home, with two eggs
And only post my bet slip when it's time to flex.And i tell em never bet on women mma
They too pretty to be fighting anyway
The high from the betting is like my henny days
Nowadays chubbs would rather lose a bet than a kidney, thats any day.Streets ahead
Jun 14, 2023thegreatdivine
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