[Intro — slow and spacey] (low echo) Yeeeah…The icky sticky It’s that late hour... Smoke hangin’ thick… Lights low… Mmm, we driftin’... (long pause) Puff... puff... pass… Let it roll... Let it roll... [Verse 1 — sticky slow flow] Sit in the circle... Eyes half-closed... The bass hums in the floorboards. Someone hummin’ a line — soft, off-time, but it fits. The air moves like honey, sweet and slow. Laughter fades, then rises again... like waves on glass. [Hook — drawn out with delay] Puff... puff... pass... (let it go... let it go...) No talk... no rush... (just flow... just flow...) Puff... puff... pass... (rewind that... rewind that...) [Verse 2 — dreamy haze] The sound sticks to the walls, beats melt in your skin. Someone whispers your name — or maybe not. Could be the music talkin’. Could be the smoke thinkin’ out loud. The night slides slow, like syrup down a bottle. Time drips. Nobody minds. [Bridge — dub echo trails] (puff...) (...puff...) (...pass...) (let it circle... let it breathe...) (puff...) (...puff...) (...pass...) (let it circle... let it breathe...) (echo... echo... echo...) [Hook — final float] Puff... puff... pass... (let it spin, let it spin...) We share what we have, ’til the night folds in. Puff... puff... pass... (sticky... heavy... slow...) [Outro — fading out] Just smoke, and heartbeat. Bass in your chest. A light in the dark, burnin’ down... then gone. [Outro — fading out] Just smoke, and heartbeat. Bass in your chest. the icky sticky,,,oh yeah the sweet ganja...woh woh..puff puff pass yeah the icky sticky
