Just call up I'm drinkin'

I guess, all things considered, we should be worried about Drake. He's lost, he's lonely in room full of money and girls and so blurred out that he can't see anything. He's smiling through the pain, but barely, and then we get this:

Three solid minutes of total self-hurt and apathy. 

I can tell, I can tell, I can tell certain people don’t like me no more
New shit don’t excite me no more
Guess they don’t really make ‘em like me no more

Uh, you can look me in my eyes and see I aint myself

Cause if ya what I created than I hate myself

But still, let them girls in,
And tell em all leave their cell phones on the table where we see ‘em
I’m all day with it man, AM to the PM

Drake can't even trust the light-skinned model girls that they let in during "Fancy". If, on "Marvin's Room", he was just calling because the girls were just leaving, here he doesn't even trust the phones. He's living in his own personal "The Wire" of fame.

And then our beloved The Weeknd took it a step further

Taking the chorus from "I'm on one" to "I popped one", The Weeknd's take on "Trust Issues" is an addled, drug-damaged and damn-right scary love song, with a creepy child-like female Greek chorus answering all questions with "I do, I do, I do". It's very possible that all parties involved just need a little sleep and everything will be better, but it's equally possible that, in this bleak Candian landscape (now apparently referred to as OVOXO), everything is just broken. If that's the case, I'll gladly watch them walk on glass to keep these beautiful, painful sounds coming. 

JoJo's Room

Who the fuck is JoJo? Ok, so I actually know who JoJo is but...damn, this is SHOCKING. JoJo turns Drake's recently-released-to-no-fanfare "Marvin's Room", aka "the drunk dial song", into a painful, gloves-off smackdown. This is...pretty fucking good. Where've you been hiding the talent/pain, JoJo? We're fans of both around here (but mostly pain).

DRΔK3 remi(si)x(i)x(i)x

soldout presents an exclusive: the fukc0r3 remix of Drake + Nicki Minaj's instant classic "Up All Night". Shit sounds filtered through concrete, heavy metal in that kind of way that, like, White Ring would think is heavy metal: atmosphere so thick you could butter your nasty bread with it. Headphones necessary. 

DRΔK3 + N1k1 m!nΔJ= Upp Alll Nyte (fukc0r3 concrete remix)

 

All I see are fireworks

 "Fireworks" is the song that opens Drake's highly-controversial debut full-length Thank Me Later. I say "highly-controversial" because, after a handful of highly-regarded mixtapes (which lead to his being a million-dollar player on Lil Wayne's Young Money imprint,  the only one other than Nicki Minaj worth a damn thing other than a quickie splurt on "Every Girl In The World" ), it seems that Drake's self-conscious style, alternating on a dime between his grandmother and then about his Benzes and then about how he feels really really bad for talking about his Benzes when he should be talking about his grandmother and then hey look a girl, has grown wearisome for many.

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