Your Friday Earsnack Forecast

Guess what, boys and girls?

It's Friday!

The earsnack forecast for today is very Drizzy with a chance of Robin Thicke.

Oh yeah. Get those umbrellas ready!

Probably the most perfect bridge between J. Cole's knock out Born Sinner release and Drake's upcoming album is this "freestyle". We all know Drake couldn't freestyle his way out of a sound booth (sorry, Drizzy) but J. Cole is pretty dang good at it. Drake's verses seem just as polished as anything else he does, while Cole takes his time and pulls in some classic freestyle rhymes and methods.

Versace Remix - Migos feat Drake

This is my guilty pleasure song. Drake is cocky as usual. There are constant denials of Illuminati fellowship. The true reason why I think this song is awesome because I now get to walk around and ask people "Versace?" like it's an actual question. I also respond to questions with "Versace" like it's an actual answer. Really I just say "Versace" whenever the mood strikes me.

Versace. Versace, Versace? Versace-Versace.

Give It 2 U - Robin Thicke ft Kendrick Lamar

Remember a few months back when the world was a calmer place and people tended to keep their clothes on in music videos?
Yeah, me neither. Because Robin Thicke came back and eff'd all that up (in a good way).
When I first heard 'Blurred Lines' I thought "What is this ignorant shit?"

Then it was stuck in my head.

Next, I was dancing to it.

Later, I saw the video on accident.

By that point, I was hooked.

Well, Robin has released the second single and it's equally jammin. Plus, Kendrick Lamar is here for the party. That's like when it's raining and then the sun comes out and then you see a rainbow and it's all pretty like in a Care Bears movie.

Bonus Earsnack - Drake's Girl Love Beyoncé. If you haven't heard that yet, check it out.

Enjoy these songs and your weekend!

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