Drake, “Paris Morton Music (Lost Verse)” (Lyrics)

This is one of the five best verses Drake has ever recorded. It might be the best.

He’s talking fly ish (“Which one of y’all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games?”), girl talk (“Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment”), fame laments (“Havin’ lunch and debatin’ Ferrari prices / 23 and goin’ through a midlife crisis”) and the soul-searching stuff that makes him more compelling to this generation than nearly any other artist going. Also, it’s pretty well-rapped and sounds like the world’s smoothest therapy session thanks to the heavenly keys and gentle drums.

Drake’s not a great summer artist, and won’t be until he can follow the buoyancy of “Best I Ever Had” with something as joyous. (“Show Me A Good Time” comes close, in fairness.) But he’s mastered a style that’s equal parts autumnal and wintry, great for lonely nights and introspection because it sounds like it comes from those exact moments. And though holding down summer is great for selling singles, people buy albums all year.

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