Re: Drake – IF YOURE READING THIS ITS TOO LATE – live (poeming the new Drake Album)

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WARMUP (LEGEND)

yeah
way
yeah
got
got
fuck
got
bought
wifi
talkin
got
money
say
wanna
got
got
omg
tell
ya
was
ass
onto
even
on
boxes
gone
prays
fuck
it
let
streets
yeah
running
ok
Drake

drake typewriter

IF YOURE READING THIS ITS TOO LATE

Dear
Drake,
oh
if
one
why
for
&
seen
mother
fucking
oh
no
one
yeah
way
got
trying
too
got
got
away
talking
high
for
ain’t
livin
try
away
got
got
away
let
high
tryin
ain’t
time

drake red

Hey
Drake,
then
right
again
let’s
omg
streets
the
in
yeah
the
6
goes
want
for
don’t
shaking
for
that
had
was
when
running
how
that
don’t
ride
turning
and
was
running
with
how
easy

drake collage

O
Drake,
no
too
new
hear
ah
word
out
no
some
late
the
on
no
no
gotta
keep
code
logical
no
what
willing
like
time
take
oh
out
in
for
wanna
how
if
talked
ready
again

drake typewriter

So
Drake,
you
understand
what
hey
it
really
the
6
toy
fuck
about
real
on
get
heaped
coming
it
make
no
know
that’s
give
saying
acting
like
shut
center
fold
radio
want
ain’t
pussy
already
how
now
first

drake red

Well,
Drake,
remember
that
see
acting
on
base
ment
working
up
going
yeah
better
unless
knew
had
up
blowing
never
sorry
try
blow
secret
for
yo
still
out
being
get
break
way
doing
all
preach
together
keep
lonely

drake collage

Now
Drake,
forget
everything
when
this
when
every
talking
what
hands
only
try
up
with
while
little
a
crime
way
don’t
let’s
dance
make
gone
getting
used
when
no
stepping
pheremone
no
time
shooting
know
like
city

drake typewriter

Alright
Drake,
psychic
working
getting
know
on
not
again
once
working
over
I’m
had
don’t
no
over
leaving
been
you
gonna
know
just
something
can’t
be
you
way
gotta
ain’t
no
no
gotta
want
over
me

drake red

Bring it on
Drake,
doing
baby
need
why
already
strip
shit
don’t
little
not
quick
to
having
alerts
alone
who
you
at
never
timing
one
got
this
game
alone
what
more
crazy
take
enough
just
any
life

drake collage

Do it
Drake,
these
can’t
you
at
all
still
never
you
fuck
time
like
the
thing
to
says
everything
to
from
the
this
are
are
down
still
these
listen
all
still
never
fuck
what
that’s
time
this

drake typewriter

Now
Drake,
down
yeah
these
decide
out
are
still
yeah
all
circulated
why
all
last
wanting
just
twice
stay
talking
kept
on
by
the
all
gotta
come
and
when
again
get
out
away
about
fucking
fuck
it
now

drake red

Man
Drake,
gotta
love
to
know
in
young
gotta
to
the
game
found
man
gotta
to
need
music
who
up
prolly
here
to
wait
stumbled
or
somebody
even
had
to
make
blow
number
nobody
enough
ago
to
go

drake collage

 

 

Sal Randolph is an artist who lives in Brooklyn and frequently works with language. Her work has been seen recently at Raygun Projects in Toowoomba, Australia, at the Moore College Galleries in Philadelphia, Proteus Gowanus in Brooklyn, and in the pages of The American Reader and Cabinet. 

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