Aubrey Drake Graham is having some feels. "Please give me time because I'm searching for these words to say to you," he mopes on Redemption, yet another song about yet another girl on yet another album that sees the rapper more commonly known as Drake wrestling with his emotions.
He keeps going. "Why do I settle for women that force me to pick up the pieces? ... Why do I want an independent woman to feel like she needs me? ... I miss the feeling of you missing me." If you want woes, Drake has a seemingly infinite supply.
It seems unlikely that, at the age of 29, one of the hottest, most desirable rappers around has this many problems with the opposite sex. But that's exactly what Views, Drake's fourth album and one which arrives with as much speculation as Beyonce's Lemonade, deals with.
Using his home city of Toronto has a backdrop, Drake spends most of his 81-minute, 20-track opus doubling down on his insular, emosh-fuelled approach to hip-hop.
This time, he's no longer bashing us over the head with his beats and boasts, he's smashing us with his bummers.
