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Opening with a gangsta Simon and Garfunkel reference, this pumped up track has a Lil Wayne-like flow and a liquid diamond-spoked Southern rap track from 9th Wonder Drake tells his Horario Alger-like story of going from underground to superstar, from riches to more riches: “It’s been two years since someone asked me who I was.”Ī relatively thugged-up track for Drake his voice distorts as he sings about how down he is and a Canadian buddy comes in to big-up “that Uptown shit,” as in uptown Toronto. But even in abjection, Drake comes through with his own special savoir faire: Who else calls his ex and complains he’s been having too much empty sex this week and probably gets her sympathy? Here, at eight epic minutes, it enters the canon of greatest drunk-dial songs of all time (up there with the Replacements’ “Answering Machine”). Only Drake could take a song this dark and sleepy and make it resonate the way it has. It’s crushed out R&B heaven: “I’ve loved and I’ve lost,” she sings, and they spend the song reassuring each other that they’re worth trusting. Guitars scrape across the sky like fighter jets and tom-toms roll over sad house music pianos. The Drake and Rihanna duet moment does not disappoint. Of course, with Drake you worry he just might get in the ring, and sit down in the middle and cry.įeaturing Toronto singer The Weeknd, it’s some avant-R&B lushness: echoing snare shots, finger snaps that sound like they were recorded in a cathedral and crooned background vocals that go “take your nose off my keyboard / What you bothering me for.” It’s a tender ode to metaphorical family in the face of a world where everybody wants a little Drake. The song’s martial beat and strobe-flash strings suggest the superstar entrance of a champion prizefighter. In the context of this dark-tinted album, the straightforwardly flashy “Headlines” sounds practically joyful, even as Drake apologizes for his fame. A bass drum like a heartbeat leads into a ballad complete with Eighties synths Phil Collins might croon over, as Drake pours over the wreckage of an old love: “May angels protect and heaven accept you.” When you break up with Drake, you don’t just get an ex-boyfriend – you get a benediction.