Yeah, ayy, oh G.Rose
Young Darz, pullin’ up in foreign cars
[Chorus: George.Rose]
(Yeah) Come slide up
Come get this peace, this love from the Father
Yeah, hop in the wheel, yeah, we swingin’
This type of glow, have you seen it? Yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yеah, don’t it feel good, seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
Ayy, we the gloers (Glo)
Light up the block, I guess that’s how they know us, uh (Glo, Glo)
Hop in the whip and we go nuts (Woah)
Better bounce out if you not used to the donuts, uh (Skrrt)
‘Bout to start a rally, where you at? (Woah)
It’s the land of the E, I’m bringin’ Cali, where you at? Uh (Sheesh)
I got luncheon, hype out your function ([?])
Team get jumpin’, ain’t no discussion (Yeah)
It feel good, like the stimulus just hit the account (Account)
Even though I wish it was a bigger amount
Windows down in a Dodge, skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt!)
Gotta thank God when they pride won’t work (Nah)
Light up the turf (Sheesh!)
(Yeah) Come slide up
Come get this peace, this love from the Father
Yeah, hop in the wheel, yeah, we swingin’
This type of glow, have you seen it? Yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don’t it feel good, seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
Don’t it feel like summer nights in ’99 wit’ the whole team (Wit’ the whole team)
Windbreakers, white ones wit’ the gold links
Never keep you low-key, they wanna know
How a Detroit girl get all this glo, I let ’em know (Yee-haw)
Ridin’ in the Pinto wit’ our heads out the window
Screamin’, “We don’t look like what we been through”
And don’t let ’em keep you stressed, boo
Love God and serve people, that’s the only thing I’m into
Now we feelin’ like we livin’
Feelin’ like we winnin’, ain’t no limit, what we want, we go and get it
Tell that girl to cut him off, keep your head to the sky
If he don’t love God, tell him “Bye”, bye!
(Yeah) Come slide up
Come get this peace, this love from the Father
Yeah, hop in the wheel, yeah, we swingin’
This type of glow, have you seen it? Yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don’t it feel good, seventy degrees?
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t it feel good, like seventy degrees?
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