“The night is still young. Drink that dinner wine slow. I’m trying to make the goosebumps on your inner thigh show. I let you beat me there as far as finish lines go. And if you got to leave for work I’ll be right here in the same bed you left me in. I love thick women because my aunt, she rode equestrian. I used to go to the stables and get them kids to bet me. And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me. I’m joking. I mean that thing is poking. I mean you kind of like that girl that’s in the US Open. I mean I got this hidden agenda that you’re provoking. I got bath water that you could soak in. Things I could do with lotion. No need a towel. We could dry off in the covers, and when you think you like it I promise you’re going to love it. Yeah, when lights coming through the drapes and we’re both yawning, I roll over and ask if I can hit it in the morning.”
Drake’s verse on J. Cole’s “In The Morning (feat. Drake)”
I was just casually listening to the new J. Cole album (pretty solid), and the first time I heard the Drake song I was kind of annoyed at the hook. Cole seems to be a pretty referential songwriter, and since he’s like my age I sort of get his references more. But this was a little too much. And annoying-sounding. But the best/worst part of the song is not the parts about orgasms in the magic hour. No, it’s Drake’s verse, which is above and may be the best best/worst part of a song I’ve heard in a long time.
On first listen I thought the “I got bath water that you could soak in. / Things I could do with lotion” was the funniest part. It’s obvious that Drake has “things” he can “do” with lotion. He probably has a whole bookshelf devoted to “sensual massage”! Because he’s ‘sensitive’ but still wants to get his bone on. But in a whiny, passive-aggressive way.
But then there’s the whole part about tagging along with his aunt to her dressage or whatever. Basically, I picture all the Betty Draper parts in Mad Men, but with Drake instead of that creepy little divorcée kid. That’s pretty funny, right! That’s how you know Drake’s got mad sweaters. But then he’s like “I’m joking”. (And then tries to quickly divert attention to his dick.) No you’re not joking, Drake. You might be joking about riding the “stallions” when you were really on the ponies and gentle mares. But Drake definitely seems like the kind of kid that grew up riding horses with his aunt. I love it.
Finally, the very beginning of his verse, “The night is still young. / Drink that dinner wine slow”, is followed with a pretty goofy/Drake-y line. But at first I thought he was going to complete it with something like, “Don’t be that dude in ‘The Cask of Amontillado’”. That would have ruled.
