Teal Yomi / Olivine

[Part 1: Teal Yomi]

[Vocals: Mr. Yote]
Do sit by the light of me soul and yet
Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Bathe back down in the filth of the bowl
Little hope do sit by the light of me soul and yet
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop, chop, chop
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Bathe back down in the filth of the bowl
Little hope do sit by the light of me soul and yet
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
Chop a couple fruit to keep the

[Part 2: Olivine]

[Verse: Mr. Yote]
By the lonesome, cloaked in all this mist
Hooded sort of caper just to cast a proper drift
See passive in the sense that all that catching ain't legit
And, boy, I'm glad you find it silly how I scribble through the grit here
But that don't, that don't, that don't seem to matter
As I platter up them jewels with not a hint left leading back, so
Rapidly I snag what left and salvage that I hold here
Mold clear cabbage keep me bloated in the gut
And roasted with the rudder steady angled in the dust
'Cause not a anchor really breaded in the thought that I may stay long
So, I keep them same songs, whistled through the same logs
Piper with these mellies and a prophet in my own right
Though I slumber in the CaCo as I do
Just to watch the ceilings chisel with them pastel leaded hues
Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
Since this old cavern got me covered in an awful sort of fume here
Though I should bare with it till the moves clear
Whimsy in the step but way too swifty with the mood fare
And them squiggles steady shifting in the wind
Know 'bout too better then to step within the footing that I hop through
Now, oh, they watching keep me spotted when I drop dudes
Promise that I often bring the ruckus through them soft views
And diminish any plop to eye with wit
'Cause second thoughts don't sit too proper so reactions often slip
Now let us shift gears and settle in the midst
While them fellows see me meddle and flock off in all direct
I don't mean to set the tick, I just proceed with this here trick
And gather all I wish to loathe with no regard of any soul here
And them squiggles steady shifting in the wind
Know 'bout too better then to step within the footing that I hop through
Now, oh, they watching keep me spotted when I drop dudes
Promise that I often bring the ruckus through them soft views
And them squiggles steady shifting in the wind
Know 'bout too better then to step within the footing that I hop through
Now, oh, they watching keep me spotted when I drop dudes
Promise that I often bring the ruckus through them soft views
Still, I'm trapped in this little grid with them
Pale eyes and some brittle lids see all this
Gold gum got that tealish fizz
While them witches still screech like the wheelie skids