RIGHT ON TIME

[Intro: laurent]
Never late, never late, never late, never late, ah!
Right on time

[Verse: laurent]
I step in, kick the door
Learn to score, readjust to my emotions
It’s a ocean of disgust and it’s a rush of all the blood
I’m pretty pumped and pump it, pump it
Get to load it then rush it
Put the beats on the program, then slam, grand slam
Pretty boy with pretty eyes and pretty thighs
Be my demise, make it a rise
In the middle of suburban lives
Cry with the right hand folded
In my ocean of disgust
I can’t trust, with my lust
I’m a fucked up bust
Say we made it already but can’t help but feel broken
Listening back to the tape I made last week
It’s not a dry session for me
I’m not invested homie
I’ll talk myself out for the
Complexification of your stories
I just clicked abandon homie
Meanwhile I renovate my motive
I owe them but stay a loner sorry
Oof, not sorry but slowly worried
I’m alone in a room of hobbies
Making sure I stay awake from sorrow
And tryna stray away from sobbing
But it surely is a long distance, brodie, ah!

[Hook 1: amicitia]
They said the coast was clear so why the fuck they lie to us
You said I kicked that fuckin door I was just knocking it
You so delirious and hazy, I’m right on time with it
You so delirious and hazy, I’m right on time with it
They said the coast was clear so why the fuck they lie to us
You said I kicked that fuckin door when I was knocking it
You so delirious and hazy, I’m right on time with it
You so delirious and hazy, I’m right on time with it

[Verse 2: amicitia]
I don’t fuck with y’all, sincere
Too weird for the black and the white kids
Do shit, wonder if it’s the right thing
Spit game for the death and the life shit
And I got skeletons that I rot with
My friends reach out for advice when
I still ain’t got shit figured out, yet
Trust this life shit feel real trifling
Devil on my side saying shit
Valentine barcode wrist
Sold soul separate for the thrill
In a couple years, we make a hunnid mill’
Flaw-picking, long road to go down, cheetah energy the way I flow now
Born to die a rapper, what a profile
Live just to die, oxymoron

[Outro: amicitia]
They say we ain’t been saying what we really think
So fuck it, this is how we feel, feel, aye
These trains, you know that they don’t run for free
Play the game before you end up playing yourself, for real
They say we ain’t been saying what we really think
So fuck it, this is how we really feel, yeah
These trains, you know that they don’t run for free
Play the game before you end up playing yourself, for real