Since the release of Drake’s “Hotline Bling” video last week, The Atlantic has covered it just about every way we know how. We analyzed its voracious memeifcation. We shared Erykah Badu’s remix. We even applied our deep knowledge of postwar U.S. urban policy to reveal that the song is actually concerned with the woes of suburban sprawl.
What we haven’t done so far, though, is appreciate the song’s logical, almost legalistic, lyrical design. For that, we have to turn to the activist (and my friend) Parker Higgins, a.k.a. @xor, who’s rendered the work of A.D. Graham, Esq., in the format it was always meant to be presented: an alphanumeric hierarchical tree-structure.
I. You used to call me
A. on my cell phone
B. late night
C. when you need my love
II. I know when that hotline bling, that can only mean
A. one thing
III. Ever since I left the city you:
A. Got a reputation for yourself now
1. Everybody knows
2. I feel left out
B. Got me down (and I feel stressed out)
1. Wearing less
2. Going out more
D. (Having) glasses of champagne on the dance floor
E. Hangin’ with some girls I never seen before
F. And me just don’t get along
G. Go places where you don’t belong
H. Got exactly what you asked for
I. Run out of pages in your passpor
The rest of the song, in the same inimitable treatment, can be found on Parker’s website.