The high fashion, multiple vacay locations, and thick sex preferences/references makes a nice release off of God Forgives, I Don’t. (Shouts to you who have the whole album, I’m ducking the leak gawds. Next Tuesday it officially releases) Ennywehdoe (anyway though), the concept of the song steams from Rozay’s doctor orders given last year for his seizures.
“When I got out of the hospital — you know, I had a seizure last year — when I was leaving, the doctor told me,‘You gotta eat some more fruit, drink you some water, eat fruit and just relax for a little while.’ My fruit of choice was pineapples. For the next three weeks, I woke up every morning and ate diced pineapples, and I put the concept together. Drizzy came in, as well as Wale, and it’s kinda like, ‘She could be my diced pineapple. This special lady, she could be what I wake up to every morning and help me get by every day.”
And like that, we have a track that embodies this sensual, but rock-to-it sound. Wale’s poetry over the piano definitely set the tone for the whole thing as well as his approach on devouring his pineapple in his poetic, climbing flow. Ross still spitting his “funer things” rap to these beautiful woman and it always works for this guy. Then.. there’s Drake. Ha! Yes it’s only a hook, but Aubrey just does … this. Velvet voice verbalizing what we all have lived/live. Real regular with this guy.
I appreciate the versatility in Ross, Drake, and Wale; they know the balance in making music for all listeners. (“And how the women be the tastemakers for the shit we makin”- Kendrick Lamar) Balance. Learn it if you don’t know.
“Call me crazy, shit at least you cawwlin.”