Drake aka no one’s boyfriend but my own took time away from his busy sweater-wearing life to talk to GQ about what he’s up to right now, which means that they styled him to look like he’s living in Miami in 1978 (“The rapper shows off this summer’s biggest hit, white jeans”). Oh, and he also comments on He Who Must Not Be Named, Will Smith and trying not to have sex so that his album comes out perfectly (!).
On the dreaded Chris Brown:
“I don’t want my name to be synonymous with that guy’s name. I really don’t. I wish we could sit down, just like you and me are right now, and talk it out man-to-man. But that’s not going to happen. I’m not confrontational, but if someone challenges, I’m not going to back down. …It’s embarrassing, the amount of media coverage. Two rappers fighting over the woman. He’s not even a rapper, but still, it’s the last way you want your name out there. It distracts from the music. But he’s made me the enemy, and that’s the way it’s gonna stay, I guess. …If I think about it too much, I feel it wrapping around my foot, like I get a feeling it could end really badly.”
Like…West Side Story badly? Like kraken from the sea badly?
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