So I’ve finally come around to acknowledging that Drake has jams. If you’re surprised it took this long, you don’t know how old and stubborn I am. To mark this significant milestone in my open-mindedness, I plucked a choice bit of lightskinneded angst from the end of If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late and gave it the Vibe Conductor treatment.
This re-rub of Drake’s “Jungle” also serves as a thank-you to Yung Drizzy for introducing me to Gabriel Garzón-Montano.
This is a 2am, blue light bulb, drunk texting, shut down the basement party, grind in the corner joint. Use as directed, then resume running through the 6 with your woes once you regain your thug.