1 day later review:

About 13 tracks too long.
Belongs in 2016
Great production

It’s okay.

Post beef? Really wierd choice lol

Got some heat though.

i’m 5 beers deep and this really starting to make sense to me

Thought my ex b**** was bad but she fineeeeeerrrrrrr

definitely my favorite drake album. i said that after my first listen but it's grown on me a lot since then. i need the ¥$ vs. $$$4U versuz.

maybe that will do it. haven’t gotten drunk to it yet.

And all my (My) presents to show my affection
Flowers and diamonds and jets through the sky
I'm not here to teach you a lesson (No)
I'm just a caring and passionate guy
Talks with your friends got you changin' your vibe
Talks with your friends got you changin'
Talks with your friends got you changin' your vibe
Talking to your friends…

girl i miss my friends you know too much of them have died i wish they were still alive just to see the silver lines

This mf said Worst Bunny on meet your padre

The amount of times my brain has said baby guorrrrrrrl today is sickening

It was late, far past midnight, when the studio lights in Toronto’s darkened night felt like a beacon for every kind of restless thought. The air was thick with anticipation, a subtle tension that hovered just beneath the surface. PARTYNEXTDOOR was already deep in the groove of his creative process, his mind darting between melodies and words like a conductor lost in a symphony only he could hear.

But tonight? Tonight felt different. The door swung open, and in walked Drake. He was quiet, almost solemn, a far cry from the energetic rapper that was used to commanding the room. He was holding something—an unmarked vial, no larger than a thumb, sealed in a way that made it look almost... scientific. He placed it on the table between them, eyes glinting in the dim light.

“What's this?” PARTYNEXTDOOR asked, his voice low but curious. He knew Drake had his ways, his methods, but there was something about tonight that made him uneasy.

Drake smiled, a hint of mystery lingering in his eyes. “Kromatone,” he said casually, as if it were a part of their routine.

PARTYNEXTDOOR raised an eyebrow. He knew about the other substances that floated through the underbelly of the music world, but kromatone? This was new.

“Kromatone?” he repeated. “What’s it do?”

“It... focuses you. Gets you into that zone where nothing else matters. You can feel it in the music, the space between the notes. You just… connect more.”

PARTYNEXTDOOR studied him for a moment, then shook his head with a laugh. “Man, you always got some new trick up your sleeve.”

But the truth was, PARTYNEXTDOOR was already feeling the pull of the night. The beat was there, the vibe was there—something in the air told him tonight was going to be different. He leaned in closer to the vial, his fingers brushing it lightly, intrigued but cautious.

“You sure about this?” PARTYNEXTDOOR asked. “We don’t need anything to make this track hit.”

Drake nodded slowly. “It’s not about needing it. It’s about unlocking something in here.” He tapped his temple.

After a long moment, PARTYNEXTDOOR took the vial and twisted it open. The room was thick with the sound of breath and silence, the weight of an unspoken decision hanging in the air. He looked at Drake one more time, who gave him a nod of approval.

As PARTYNEXTDOOR leaned back, the rush was subtle at first. It wasn’t immediate, but there was a clarity that started to seep in. The clutter of thoughts, the doubts, the distractions—everything started to fade, leaving just the music. The beat pulsed louder in his chest. The words came faster, more fluid. He grabbed a pen, scribbling down lyrics as if they were pouring out of him.

“Yo,” PARTYNEXTDOOR muttered, a grin creeping across his face. “I got something.”

He hit play on the track he’d been working on—a simple beat at first, smooth but tinged with darkness. But as soon as the music filled the room, everything shifted. The words came like a flood. On my way, the phrase echoed in his head, and then it clicked.

“OMW,” he muttered to himself. "On my way. That's it."

Drake, who had been observing quietly, picked up on the energy immediately. “You feeling that?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

PARTYNEXTDOOR nodded, his fingers moving across the keyboard, adding layers to the beat. There was something electric in the air now—everything was more vivid, more connected. The words flowed. The track was taking shape. It was raw, it was real, and it was everything they both knew the world needed to hear.

But this wasn't just a song—it was a snapshot of that very moment. The sound, the vibe, the feeling of being on the cusp of something great. Drake didn’t need to be asked twice. He picked up the mic and, without hesitation, laid down his verse.

His voice hit with effortless precision, weaving the kind of verses that only Drake could create—smooth, introspective, but with a touch of swagger. He rapped about everything: the late nights, the grind, the women, the distance between intentions and actions. It was a reflection of their lives, of being on the way to something, but never quite fully arriving.

PARTYNEXTDOOR, caught up in the rhythm, added his hook—a catchy, hypnotic chorus that felt like it was written in the air around them. His voice was softer, more laid-back, but it complemented Drake’s perfectly.

The clock ticked by unnoticed. They were in the zone—no distractions, no time for anything but the music. The more they worked on it, the more OMW came to life, the vibe they’d been chasing all night falling into place.

As the track neared completion, PARTYNEXTDOOR sat back in his chair, staring at the screen in front of him, the last verse fading out. They both knew it was something special. They didn’t need words to confirm it. The feeling in the room spoke for itself.

“Man,” PARTYNEXTDOOR finally said, his voice tired but satisfied. “That’s it. That’s exactly it.”

Drake, still riding the high of the creation, nodded in agreement. “Yeah. That’s the one. That’s OMW.”

They sat there in the quiet for a moment, not speaking but knowing that something was born in the night they wouldn’t be able to explain to anyone else. Kromatone may have been just a catalyst, but it was the magic between them—their shared vision, their hunger for perfection—that had turned the night into something unforgettable.

The song would soon be released to the world, but for now, it was just theirs—a private moment, captured in time, forever tied to the night they made “OMW”.

It was one of those rare nights when everything lined up: the people, the music, the energy. And somehow, they both knew it would become more than just another track. It would be a moment—unrepeatable, unmatched, and untouchable. Just like the night they made it.

21/21, absolutely no misses. Replay value is insane on this project.

The pockets he’s catching on here man. Someone needs to bump that little moments in drake songs you love thread

die trying is the one ima play throughout life
nokia is the song for now

One on one convo next

HOLY

Good for Pim

any idea when the solos coming? june?

more life the closest thing we’ll get to a whole album of die trying but imagine if dude did that

Glad you're enjoying it

The boy better be careful or she finna turn on him next. No free looks

Are there more or less than ten songs done for the solo?