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right time - censored dialogue 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
n*gga, stkhm would be dead without you shining so bright
i’m eternally grateful you treat waylin so right
introduced me to ’em and we cl!cked 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 sh*t that was bold
and couldn’t give a f*ck less about the numbers we sold
waylin always thinking bigger, they be pushing for growth
adding artists and producers, they said f*ck 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 f*ck 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 n*gga with three citizenships
british accent on his nigerian lips
when it came to his fits i know his sh*t well equipped
hit the streets every week tryna learn kickflips
we would ride around the city in my black st
that b*tch had h*lla 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 f*ckin with that
then i played hate crime, n*gga took off his hat
afro shimmering under fluorescent beams
now we bouncing in the whip, he like “n*gga this mean!
i know n*ggas that can’t touch this if they ass got teams
shawty, i know you gon’ make it and that chain gon’ gleam”
every f*ckin’ month he like “when does it drop?”
i’m like n*gga, i don’t know but when i do it’ll be hot
ayo d, ain’t n0body that would act like you
the brother i wish i had, i know you kept sh*t 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, sh*t, 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 sh*t got bad
had to take you to the er and your mum got mad
got off of work, your sh*t 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 f*ck, 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 f*ck ’cause there’ll never ever be a f*ckin’
[outro]
you’re always there at the right time
there’ll never be a mothaf*ckin’
you’re always there at the right time
album dropping and you ‘sposed to be here, n*gga
you’re always there at the right time
i miss you every f*ckin’ day, boy
a shoulder to cry time
i miss you every f*ckin’ day, boy
you’re always there at the right time
i miss you every f*cking day, dog
you’re always there at the right time
i miss you every f*cking 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

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