Lyrics

This is a Johnny C production
Huh, yup, we do it
Praising in the summer, that's how we do it
Tell the haters flee while we get to it
Tell them all to come, we get them to do it
Huh, yup, we do it
Praising in the summer, that's how we do it
Tell the haters flee while we get to it
Tell them all to come, we get them to do it
Woah, woah, woah, we give them glory
Woah, woah, woah, watch us do it
Woah, woah, woah, we give them glory
Woah, woah, woah, watch us do it
Tell them we don't really care what they think
Tell them we still here when you blink
Tell them we too adamant, we ain't sing
Tell them this a song, don't know what that means
Give them glory, always clutch like bravadori
All his children, not a story, use his hands when he mold me
Always high when he's lowly, all my members serve him boldly
I just do it how he told me, couldn't see what he showed me
Open doors, I had no key, never late, so there's no fee paid at all
Now I'm dead free, walk on water like a jet ski seeing fruit
That's from my seed, keep that light, that's in my tree, shine that light
From inside of me, devil just a lie to me
Salvation, not a lottery, he'll master with that pottery
We do it for his glory, alone
Hands raised, set the tone when them trumpets sound
We going home, enemy defeated, glory to the holy one
Give him, give him, give him glory, glory
We do it, we do it
Prison in the summit, that's how we do it, we do it
Tell the haters flee while we get to it, get to it
Wait, tell them all to come, we get thin to do it
Yo, we do it, we do it
Prison in the summit, that's how we do it, we do it
Tell the haters flee while we get to it, get to it
Wait, tell them all to come, we get thin to do it
Woah, woah, woah, we give him glory
Woah, woah, woah, watch us do it
Woah, woah, woah, we give him glory
Woah, woah, woah, watch us do it
Tell them we don't really care what they think
Tell them we still here when you blink
Tell them we too adamant we can't sing
Telling us to stop, don't know what that means
Who gon' match his energy
We do this while remembering
He freed us all from slavery to sin
Where righteousness begins, counterculture
How we survive the vultures if the gospel need promotion
The church has plenty posters, review mirror
That's the old me, he control it all
Remote, we never fall, he play it closely
Plenty reasons why he's worthy
Clean me up when I was dirty, drop me off when I was soaking
In the whirlpool I was surfing, but he didn't close my curtains
This is why I praise him with my hands high
We do it all for his glory alone
Hands raised, set the tone when them trumpets sound
We going home, enemy defeated
Glory to the holy one
Let's go
Yo, we do it
Praising in the summer, that's how we do it
Tell the haters flee while we get to it
Tell them all to come, we can finally do it
Written by: Jermaine Johnson, Jonathan Craige Lewis
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