During his time on Big Boi’s Neighborhood, Drake speaks on Wayne’s latest album sales, folks dressing up as him for Halloween, the pressures of recording and releasing Take Care and more. Shouts to ATF on the audio rippage.
On Carter IV’s 1st week numbers, being an iconic artist & dressing up as Drake for Halloween.
Nicki Minaj or Lil Wayne. Who would Drake rather save if stranded in the ocean on a raft.
On the pressure of releasing his Sophomore album, Young Money, etc.
Also, after the jump Drake gets a little more vulnerable in a recent interview with Elle. Speaking on the loneliness of being on the road so much, his relationship with Nicki Minaj, Rihanna and more.
When you’re on the road and moving city to city, when someone isn’t there at the end of the night, you feel empty. The 15 or 20 seconds after a man reaches his climax is the realest moment he’ll ever have in his life. And if you happen to be with somebody that isn’t someone you want to converse with, you start feeling like, I wish I was just here watching True Blood by myself.
On his fake Twitter marriage to Nicki Minaj:
I don’t know if we were really pretending. I’d marry Nicki. I think Nicki would be one of the only people that would understand me at the end of all of this and be able to love me.
On receiving naked pictures:
If you send them without me asking, it’s like, You’ve done this before. But I’m away a lot. If there’s a woman I’m into, I might want to get a picture from her to handle business myself, as opposed to doing something I might regret.
I’ve never had one. I swear. I’m a one-woman kind of guy.
On being hurt by Rihanna:
At the time it hurt, but she didn’t mean to. I’ll never put that on her. I was hurt because I slowly started to realize what it was. I guess I thought it was more. That was the first girl with any fame that paid me any mind. You spend days reading about this person in magazines. All of a sudden you have this number-one song and you’re at some birthday party and there she is. And you’re just some naive kid from Toronto staying in some shitty-ass hotel who got invited to this party on a whim. That’s just how it happened.
Excerpts spotted at Complex.