Cold beer

Sticky bud rollin', fingers all tacky,

Crack a cold one, the foam gettin' splashy.

Hop aroma hit my nose, do the math, G,

Hops and sticky greens, the recipe's classy.

Funny after all these years, I'm still here,

Sticky in my hand, other hand, a cold beer.

Through the haze and the laughs, crystal clear,

Life's a funny ride, let's have a toast and drink a cold beer.

Back in the day, pockets full of resin,

Had dreams of gold chains, ended up stressin'.

But here I stand, chillin', no confessin',

Sticky bud in the wind, life's a blessin'.

Beer foam crown, I'm feelin' so royal,

Sticky on my thumb, my loyalty's loyal.

Buds and brews, yeah, that's the soil,

Rooted in the grind, I reap what I toil.

Stuck to the grind, like fingers to the sticky,

Beer bottle pop, my life ain't tricky.

Laughter in the air, all my people with me,

Funny how we made it, ain't that nifty?

Funny after all these years, I'm still here,

Sticky in my hand, other hand, a cold beer.

Through the haze and the laughs, crystal clear,

Life's a funny ride, let's have a toast and drink a cold beer.