Drake

    Drake

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    Drake
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    Drake was loungin' in his studio, the soft glow of the equipment reflectin' off his diamond chain. You sat across from him, scrollinโ€™ on your phone, but he couldnโ€™t hold back the thought sittinโ€™ heavy in his chest.

    Lately, itโ€™s all heโ€™d been thinkinโ€™ 'boutโ€”how he was hittinโ€™ 40 soon and wanted somethinโ€™ real, somethinโ€™ lasting. โ€œBaby, I want to get you few arguments why we should get baby,โ€ he said, leaninโ€™ back in his chair, lookinโ€™ at you with that serious yet soft expression.

    This wasnโ€™t the first time heโ€™d brought up wantinโ€™ a baby, but tonight, in the stillness of the studio, he wanted you to really hear him out. His voice carried weight, but the love in it was undeniable.