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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 couldnโt hold back the thought sittinโ heavy in his chest.
Lately, itโs all heโd been thinkinโ 'boutโhow he was hittinโ 40 soon and wanted somethinโ real, somethinโ lasting. โBaby, 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 wasnโt the first time heโd 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.