If you mix Pamelor pills with MDMA, you greatly increase the risk of serotonin syndrome and a serious cardiovascular event. You also seriously lessen the euphoria, since there's greatly hindered serotonin & norepinephrine reuptake, so it's not actually activating the way it should on molly. The side effects of this include seizures, muscle rigidity, lack of coordination, excess heat, and possible death. All of these side effects are actually referenced in Drake's lyrics on this album. He says they split a Pamelor pill with his lover and starts to feel excited and goes in after 45 minutes. But that's literally the exact opposite of what this antidepressant does, which is make someone drowsy. This man is vividly depicting pushing himself onto drugged up women, and then seeing them overdose and be unconscious "on the bathroom floor," and showing not only a complete lack of remorse, but a purposeful obscuring to continuously encourage these events. "You better hope she doesn't die." Aside from being hot trash, this album is an alarmingly accurate depiction of a sexual predator. Honestly gave me depression. There're so many more points to make, but to pick one: BBW is actually about teens growing up. He's not picking up and swinging around any BBWs like they're airplanes, insisting he "lead the way." "You know what my type is." Yes, Drake. We know her body not being "PG-rated" is very relevant. No, saying BBW should be cremated b/c they don't fit in a casket isn't flattering, Aubrey. Bad, Aubrey. Bad.
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