THIS is the drake i remember hearing and going crazy over (circa his early mixtapes a few years ago). the second verse has my favorite line (boo hoo. sad story. black american dad story…) but i love the story he’s telling in the first:

It’s like ’09 in your basement and I’m in love with Nebby
And I still love her but it fell through because I wasn’t ready
And your back hurt, and your neck hurt, and you smoking heavy
And I sit next to you, and I lecture you because those are deadly
And then you ash it and we argue about spending money on bullshit
And you tell me I’m just like my father — my one button, you push it
Now it’s “Fuck you, I hate you, I’ll move out in a heartbeat!”
And I leave out and you call me, you tell me that you sorry
You love me, and I love you, and your heart hurts, mine does too
And it’s just words and they cut deep but it’s our world, it’s just us two
I see painkillers on the kitchen counter, I hate to see it all hurt so bad
But maybe I wouldn’t have worked this hard
If you were healthy and it weren’t so bad
Uh, maybe I should walk up the street, and try and get a job at the bank
Cause leave it up to me, J, and Neeks, we’ll probably end up robbing the bank
Then Wayne calls on my phone, conversation wasn’t that long
Gets me a flight to Houston in the morning
Oh it’s my time, yeah, it’s on
He’s thinking of signing me, I come home
We make a mixtape with seventeen songs
And almost get a Grammy off of that thing
They love your son — man, that boy gone
You get the operation you dreamed of
And I finally send you to Rome
I get to make good on my promise
It all worked out girl, we shoulda known
Cause you deserve it