I find myself yelling “MORE LIFE” at the orange California poppies that are boinging up after an unusually wet winter season here. Lambert: I love how seasonally affected Drake is, maybe as a product of those long Canadian winters (although I’m just as prone to SAD in mostly snowless Los Angeles), or maybe just an ingrained obsession with flying south for the winter when your middle/stage name means “male duck.” Views was aggressively wintry, and More Life is perfectly timed to coincide with the spring equinox. (I eventually realized that Views is way more fun if you treat it, too, like a playlist: Uncheck the duds, hit shuffle, and let it ride out in the background.) Anyway, the best song on this lovingly scuffed iPod Nano from 2008 is obviously "Passionfruit," but I'm also partial to "4422" - which proves that Sampha could make a ZIP code sound heartbreakingly deep - and the airy, easeful stretch from "Sacrifices" into "Nothings into Somethings." Drake is at his best when he doesn't sweat the details, and even better when listeners don't, either. It's either the highest compliment or the sweetest damnation by faint praise that Wayne could offer to his onetime protégé, and it accentuates the project's pleasantly slipshod mood. Then the song is over - that's his whole testimonial. One second." You hear his trademark lighter-spark sound effect, followed by a quick inhale. Lil Wayne comes in 10 seconds before the end of the track and says, "Good morning, good afternoon, good night. Vozick-Levinson: One of my favorite tiny details on More Life is at the very end of "Blem," a great song about a moment of stoned honesty.
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