[Intro] [Vinyl crackle, warm sub bass hum] [Fender Rhodes chord swells with tremolo] Yeah, turn the headphone mix up a little bit Just let that rimshot pop, you know? Seventy-five bpm, nice and slow... Word. Check it. [Verse 1] Puffing clouds of the good good, floating through the room Fender Rhodes swinging while the kick drum go boom Rolling up the green sticky icky in the dark Got the low-pass filter humming like a spark It’s good to be picky when it comes to the icky Nothin' stems-only, keep the texture real sticky Slow burn, head-nod, heavy on the beat Dusty drum loops echoing down the empty street Catch the pocket sideways, never on the bar Muted jazz chords dripping from a warm guitar [Chorus] Puffing clouds of the good good, let the smoke rise Green sticky icky got the haze in my eyes Yeah, it’s good to be picky when it comes to the icky Dusty vinyl rhythm got the pocket feeling sticky Clouds of the good good, rising to the roof Every single rhyme got the head-nod proof [Verse 2] Off-beat delivery, relaxing on the couch Thick haze settling, quiet in the house Selecting every batch like a connoisseur's art If it isn't top shelf, I don't even start Gotta respect the strain, gotta feel the soul Grind it down fine, pack another bowl BASS heavy swing, Rhodes tickling the key Freestyle flow for the late night decree Puffing on the good good, sticky in the hand Smoothest boom bap in the whole damn land [Outro] [Muted jazz guitar lick solos over Rhodes] Yeah... keep it picky. Only the sticky icky. Head-nod rhythm... Fade it out slow. [Vinyl crackle fades]
