[Intro] Yeah Take your time with it [Verse 1] I keep the jar tucked low, out the reach of the rush Small green leaves, gold flecks, rolled clean with a hush No bargain-bin burn, I inspect every batch Picky with the icky, only quality gets matched One slow pull, let the whole room ease back Clouds climb soft while I settle in the track No loud claims, just a calm little ritual Good good in the paper, smooth draw, original [Chorus] Puffing clouds of the good good Green sticky icky like it should, should It’s good to be picky when the icky comes through I choose what is clean, then I pass it to you [Verse 2] Leaf on the table, grinder turning real slow A little citrus on the nose, earthy undertow I don’t chase every label, I read what it brings Taste in the first note, then I notice the swing Friends in the kitchen, low talk, plates on the wood Nobody forcing nothing, everybody understood If the cure ain’t right, let it wait in the jar Quality takes patience, that’s the way that we are [Chorus] Puffing clouds of the good good Green sticky icky like it should, should It’s good to be picky when the icky comes through I choose what is clean, then I pass it to you [Bridge] Easy does it, let the moment breathe Know your source, know what you need No shortcuts, no mystery Keep it kind, keep it clean [Outro] Good good Sticky icky Picky with it That’s the key
