DRAK

City Lights

RIGHT ROOM

“Perfect Timing, Dad” is about what happens when one person’s emotions take up all the space — when only one voice is allowed to matter, and everyone else learns to stay quiet just to survive.
It’s a song about the hidden damage that comes from being told what to think, what to feel, or what not to say — all because someone else can’t handle it.
Those moments leave marks that echo for years, until silence finally turns into anger.
The story in this song is fictional — but it’s true.
It’s true because it speaks for anyone who’s ever been made to doubt their own feelings, or who’s learned to laugh instead of cry.
It’s a reminder: never let anyone tell you what to feel or what to think.
Because the moment you give that away, you stop being fully human.

Perfect Timing, Dad

Birthday

Yeah
Tryna find a home
I got nowhere to go
I been searchin' the globe
I might fuck around and dig my own hole
Tell me where did you go?
I'm in the Tokyo slums
Smokin' blunts with my bros
They pull up with the drink, man, you already know

Damn
But it ain't no sippin'
Niggas catch you slippin'
That'll leave you missin'
Damn
But it ain't no sippin'
Niggas catch you slippin'
That'll leave you missin'
Damn
But it ain't no sippin'
Niggas catch you slippin'
That'll leave you missin'
Damn
But it ain't no sippin'
Niggas catch you slippin'
That'll leave you missin'

Yeah

Man, I'm really on go
I got a couple of racks and they comin' in folds
We gon' take off your face, man, you already know

So much shit on my mind
They tellin' me to slow down, I'm way too in my prime
Niggas sayin' that they know me, but they wastin' my time
If you lookin' for a fee, man, just hop in the line
Tellin' me that you want smoke, just get ready to die
They be watchin' my moves, they know that I'm the guy
In the studio, I'm with the bros, you know we gettin' high
When we pull up with the sticks, we gon' send you to the sky

Damn
But it ain't no sippin'
Niggas catch you slippin'
That'll leave you missin'
Damn
But it ain't no sippin'
Niggas catch you slippin'
That'll leave you missin'
Damn
But it ain't no sippin'
Niggas catch you slippin'
That'll leave you missin'
Damn
But it ain't no sippin'
Niggas catch you slippin'
That'll leave you missin'

Man, I'm really on go
Man, I'm really on go
Man, I'm really on go
Man, I'm really on go
Man, I'm really on go
Man, I'm really on go
Man, I'm really

Man, I'm really on go
I got a couple of racks and they comin' in

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