Never in a million years would I have thought that I, a college graduate and self described intellectual, would hear a pop record that referenced Bob Marley, Dead Prez, and Rosetta Stone...and come away feeling like I only had a 5th grade education by the end of the song. And by the way, that's not a compliment to the author.
Excerpts from Drake's single, "Over."
I shouldn’t’ve drove, tell me how I’m gettin’ home.
You too fine to be layin’ down in bed alone.
I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone.
I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I’ve ever known.
One thing ’bout music, when it hits you feel no pain.
And I swear I got that shit that make these bitches go insane.
So they tell me that they love me, I know better than that, it’s just game.
It’s just what comes with the fame, and I’m ready for that, I’m just sayin’.
Drake, you hereby receive the penalty of the gas face by decree of the Superbizzee Chronicles board of directors. There is absolutely no excuse for lazy metaphors. Do better next time.
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