Right Time

Lyrics

[Intro] You're always there at the right time (I hate you, Chloe) [Verse 1] I remember when Waylin texted me that they sending you home 'Cause the chemo wasn't working, no remission was shown Like a candle in the wind you was a beacon of light But now your wick near its end, dog you fought a good fight Started thinking 'bout the impact that you had on my life Nigga, STKHM would be dead without you shining so bright I'm eternally grateful you treat Waylin so right Introduced me to 'em and we clicked like somе mice When I came up out thе closet I put music on hold But Waylin put me into PRIMO 'cause they knew we was cold For the first time in my life I made shit that was bold And couldn't give a fuck less about the numbers we sold Waylin always thinking bigger, they be pushing for growth Adding artists and producers, they said fuck it do both Without Chris on the boards there's no S-PC Without Naj on the drums then there's no AP Without Tommy wouldn't think that I'd be speaking this free He said fuck it, just create, forget the hype from AP Waylin hit me with your news of your release On that October night I felt so incomplete Struggling to cope, blacking out through the night time Drowning in the drink but ain't think I need a lifeline Impact never ending though we never shared a sight line Rest in peace Jon, I know you always gon' be with us at the [Chorus] You're always there at the right time You're always there at the right time You're always there at the right time A shoulder to cry time [Verse 2] I was in New York for a week then I touched home Lawson hit my line, I almost dropped the phone He said that you ODd, got me thinking you in need Then he clarified "Nah, sis, Dara is gone" I ain't ever met a nigga with three citizenships British accent on his Nigerian lips When it came to his fits I know his shit well equipped Hit the streets every week tryna learn kickflips We would ride around the city in my black ST That bitch had hella torque, he like "Send it, my g" We was in the garage when I lived off of 9th I would ask to play my demos and tell me if it's tight Showed him Negro Rockstar, he was fuckin with that Then I played Hate Crime, nigga took off his hat Afro shimmering under fluorescent beams Now we bouncing in the whip, he like "Nigga this mean! I know niggas that can't touch this if they ass got teams Shawty, I know you gon' make it and that chain gon' gleam" Every fuckin' month he like "When does it drop?" I'm like nigga, I don't know but when I do it'll be hot Ayo D, ain't nobody that would act like you The brother I wish I had, I know you kept shit true Same demons, swear to god I saw myself in you You was happy I got sober, I wish you had too I remember you was popping white, greens, and blues 'Til it got to the point we didn't recognize you We was begging you to stop, even called all your plugs And I blame myself 'cause we the ones who showed you these drugs It was blind leading the blind, shit, we all had addictions All had our own trauma so it hit us all different Some of us went rehab and some of us, we hid it You hid yours pretty well until one day— I will not forget the day when shit got bad Had to take you to the ER and your mum got mad Got off of work, your shit was gone, she moved your ass out the city When we got back in touch you had moved out to Philly You was happy as fuck, even found you a girl I was happy that you got your second start in this world I was lazy 'bout texting and I thought that was fine Now I'm broken as fuck 'cause there'll never ever be a fuckin' [Outro] You're always there at the right time There'll never be a mothafuckin' You're always there at the right time Album dropping and you 'sposed to be here, nigga You're always there at the right time I miss you every fuckin' day, boy A shoulder to cry time I miss you every fuckin' day, boy You're always there at the right time I miss you every fucking day, dog You're always there at the right time I miss you every fucking day, man You're always there at the right time Not a day go by I don't even think about you, man A shoulder to cry time