Time To Make Love 0fficial lyrics

Back foe my people...

A-ha, Alchemist! One of YOUR StarChasers looped this shit, for me!

Oi vey...

Hamilton, with the Polo...

read between the lines like braille...

(verse 1)

She made me work for it. Made me pay for it. I made her stay for it. Made her twerk for it. Looking perfect for another. "Look perfect for a brother! Ain't you white?!" You look at me like, "ain't you Nice? Finding the words to snatch me! Make me happy!" I'm like, "ain't I Black? You got a purse! I snatched it. We laughing back to back with each other, committing crimes. 69, at some point in time. Minus the T. We Three. 3D. Three, on defense, you are not scoring nigga. You are not Jordan. And even if you are, you are not important. Kareem Abdul-Jabarrs in a verse. Little too hard to be this perverse, you know

(hook)
Time to make love on the dance floor!

Time to make love on the dance floor.

Come on and sing it! like...

All together, like...

(verse 2)
Take nothing away (zero minus zero) from what I ever had to say, but "zero" is an integer. Enter Winter. What you gotta say when the breeze plays what you gotta say? Numbing out, dumbing out, trying to figure out my number. Now, get a number. Number didn't get it. I wonder if getting number means you're gonna get it. Wishing to the devils. I know I'm wrong, but a wish is a prayer. God, holding on. The Lord stay below like the love. I keep the Love Below whenever I want to nut, but I fuck with my heart. Fucked up, isn't it? Didn't fucking prison. Just fuck niggas up. God bless the dead. Charles rests ahead. Estevez.

(hook)
Time to make love on the dance floor!
Time to make love on the dance floor.

Come on and sing it! like...

All together, like...

(verse 3)
My OG has a baby face. Hard to say I'm the Gothic Babyface, when I look my OG in the eyes and want to wipe tears that he would cry, believing I'm alive. I believe that belief was a lie. Pardon me, I believe in the doubt I resided in. A different island from the environment we both resided in. Doubt is here, how West is that? How left is that? Nigga, NOW you're here! Your breath is back. Sign the epitaph. Sign your name across the heart. I'm loud in here. I'm allowed to be loud in here..., down with all these queers. Not like "I'm", but *I'm* like the brightest one in a room full of mimes sounds.

(hook)
Time to make love on the dance floor!

Time to make love on the dance floor.

Come on and sing it! like...

All together, like...

#inotherwords...

The conversation features #cHam discussing themes of love, relationships, and personal growth. They reflect on the challenges of love, including the effort required to impress someone and the internal conflict of feeling both love and doubt. The speaker also touches on the impact of their actions on others, the struggle to maintain faith, and the importance of self-acceptance. The dialogue includes references to basketball stars, metaphors about crime and defense, and the emotional toll of love and betrayal. The Unknown Speaker encourages #cHam to sing, suggesting a performance or emotional release.

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