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