Jan 23·1 reply
goretexno 1 in dis thread put more pain in dan me imma just say dat rn
- goretex 💁🏽♂️Jan 23·1 replyJPG
U put in pain doe…
- Jan 23goretex
U put in pain doe…
i’m feeling too much pain rn
need money for Ks cut denim 🥀
Jan 23
SABMAN TURNTgreatest video of all time
https://twitter.com/realfam2007/status/791457237726265345@Realfam2007
u always been 3 real mahn
- Jan 23goretex
who got that selfie of real fam
idk wtf u talm bout
- Jan 23·4 replies
- SABMAN TURNT 🧔🏻Jan 23·1 replygoretex
look man through every era theres a stan thats just da most iconic
viet started it all off
real fam took it to another level
doot is imo current best
dats just my opinion
doot doesn’t even actually listen to drake
last drake song he played was toosie slide. he said, and i quote, “he’ll never top this. this is his peak. no point in listening to anything else, ever.”
Gosh 😹Jan 23Letting a Ye stan be the best drake stan is inane, the bar is in hell
- goretex 💁🏽♂️Jan 23CLB Realfam2007
my king
- goretex 💁🏽♂️Jan 23SABMAN TURNT
doot doesn’t even actually listen to drake
last drake song he played was toosie slide. he said, and i quote, “he’ll never top this. this is his peak. no point in listening to anything else, ever.”
well he was right
- goretex 💁🏽♂️Jan 23·2 replies
tootsie slide prob most over hated masterpiece of all time
- Jan 23·2 repliesgoretex
tootsie slide prob most over hated masterpiece of all time
dldt the most covid nostalgia tape ever
- goretex 💁🏽♂️Jan 23·1 replyJPG
dldt the most covid nostalgia tape ever
i have so much love for that album i think its so so so solid
- SABMAN TURNT 🧔🏻Jan 23goretex
tootsie slide prob most over hated masterpiece of all time
pure comedy to write this out & still spell the name wrong
#FAKE fan exposed
Jan 23·1 replygoretexi have so much love for that album i think its so so so solid
It’s not an album lol
It’s just a bunch of leaks and scrapped songs
Jan 23·2 repliesTheyLikePabloIt’s not an album lol
It’s just a bunch of leaks and scrapped songs
goddamn b**** shut up
- goretex 💁🏽♂️Jan 23relapsed bisexual
goddamn b**** shut up
Thank you.
- Jan 23relapsed bisexual
goddamn b**** shut up
Jarring when people put it in his discography. It was never intended to be a project. It’s just cos people kept leaking his s***
Jan 23JPGdldt the most covid nostalgia tape ever
DLDT is still my top Drake project, no skips and especially nostalgic from the times
Jan 23·4 replieshttps://twitter.com/chatnigga101/status/2014695693986783306teaseI hate when women speak on rap… Cause most of them are always speaking from their emotions… while when men speak on this subject,we’re pretty much going off facts… if Drake ever apologized… you wouldn’t even catch me on this f***ing site anymore. Cause what I’m gonna say… what can I defend? 🤷♂️
Jan 23·1 replyJuhDoreI hate when women speak on rap… Cause most of them are always speaking from their emotions… while when men speak on this subject,we’re pretty much going off facts… if Drake ever apologized… you wouldn’t even catch me on this f***ing site anymore. Cause what I’m gonna say… what can I defend? 🤷♂️
Hey dude what if you killed yourself instead
Jan 23
Jan 23·1 replyJuhDoreI hate when women speak on rap… Cause most of them are always speaking from their emotions… while when men speak on this subject,we’re pretty much going off facts… if Drake ever apologized… you wouldn’t even catch me on this f***ing site anymore. Cause what I’m gonna say… what can I defend? 🤷♂️
Misogynistic type beat
Jan 23·4 repliesYet 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."
Jan 23WayUpWojYet 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."
Classic
