GemGlow

[Verse: Mr. Yote]
Reeling in the pick of the pot
Them old bois never cared to the crops
My heard been
Bread by the fish of the rock
And lend care to them
Plead to the flock
It dont have to be
All cause or the menacing talk
My dawgs might want a pinch of it soft
But them fantasies
Won't never see light
No never leave sight of me old subside
'Cus i keep 'em like

[Chorus: Mr. Yote]
So deep down
Down where the reef
Know never peep sound
Down where the reek
Might get a man drowned
Down so deep
Not another soul found
("How you keep it like")

So deep down
Down where the light don't
Never touch ground
Down where the molt rock bleed
Bubble out
Down so I never shed secrets out
When they pressing how

[Verse: Mr. Yote]
Scurv keep them dwelling in shock
The knees knock green swelling
Got em steadily rocking it
The tea stock swerve
Sledding them docks
And not a soul dare press
How I gathered the lot of it

"Them old bois"
"They rather clever with the tip toe"

"Oh really?
Tell me a couple info"

Pssh boi really tell me what I be in for?

"I got a marker
On 'em petriated caves you know"

Now soft talk
Bring in the ear drop
See them tales told many but differ between lip
If it ain't I
Take it with multiple grains pinched
'Cus them stank eyes tell it with plenty
A fiction

See them
Seas nasty many reframe this
Due to
Beast feasting
All of what lays there
See them
Bones skellies
Bellies of old brew
Not a darn thing
Show up leaving minimal proof of it

And thats the most wonderful part
See them lads talk large
Armed barrels and all
But them bois so silly
Never return dock
All 'em tad fin willies
Wrecked in lost art

"And thats the problem
Rocking the head strong"

"See the sway don't match
The rhythms of shore rock"

"Sounds all dwellers"
"Echoing souls lost"

Not a darn fool reckon
Or bother to care for them

[Interlude: Mr. Yote]
That's
Many men lost
Many men lost to the cold heart sea

All drop dead
By the wave slap down
And the life that lurks there

That's
Many men lost
Many men lost to the cold heart greed

All drop dead
By them war shaped rounds
Them war shaped rounds
Show none stand proud to retell it

[Interlude: Alex Szotak]

Tell me where to go
Tell me where to go
Tell me where to go

[Verse: Mr. Yote & Alex Szotak]
(Tell me where to go)
It don't matter
It don't matter
Where the wind blow

(Tell me where to go)
I need maps boi
Tell me that point blank

(Tell me where to go)
Tell me where to look, just tell me where to

(Tell me where to go)
It don't matter
It don't matter
Where the wind blow

(Tell me where to go)
I need maps boi
Tell me that

(Tell me where to go)
Tell me where to look, just tell me where to

I know it lays deep in them
I know it lays deep on
Them menacing shores

[Outro: Mr. Yote]
I know it sits
Pitted in caverns of gem glow

It sits among stone
Them horns of devilish gem glow

The stone beast
Them eyes they bleed the gem glow