Automatic - Chemo, Brad Strut

See it’s funny how this life spin

Only ever seem to get it when I write sin

With a regret I feel the light dim gradually

Step into the darkness and do it with a rye grin

The name’s Bradley

I’m up early, standing weary in the cold steams

It’s 7:30 — check it out I’m knocking on

I’m getting dough is the theory in full effect

And functional, on time, punctual, the velvet parker’s strung

Cos paying dues is a life time mission

A pipeline vision in a strife-torn prison

My thoughts choked and dreams broke and no wishes

Ever coming truer, I refuse to be restricted

The way’s think — especially when you play this

And realise you’re a slave to chasing the pay slips

Wanna be wasted in places I can’t pronounce

Wanna be faceless to strangers, a charming lout

From Terror Australis, I’m known to rock hardest

On a microphone I’m a hot artist

So get the party people plastered, year’s are now mastered

Spears in the stars and sun, the town bastard

You see it’s funny how this life spin

Only ever seem to get it when I write sin

With a regret I feel the light dim gradually

Step into the darkness and do it with a rye grin

The name’s Bradley

Spark it with a small flame

To the people playing in it yo it’s all game

To the people on the planet yeah it’s all pain

Name’s Bradley and strut be my forte, do it always

Aiyyo Kinger from Jack, smoke black from green weed

Who came in the game, filled up quick, Kareem Reid

Sean Price a mother fuckin' bastard beast

With a bullet that touch kids like Catholic priests

Clap you peeps, smash your fleet, trap your neice

In the corner, do what I wanna — her ass is sweet

Thug African, drug trafficing can make you a dough

Coke habit in the Sahara, I’m making it snow

Got a habbit from grabbin rashins and making no blow

Float Joe rapidly running, too steep and could fall (?)

That’s when I’m packing em' down, smackin em' down

Clappin' around with a '44 Magnum to pound, blast it around

Snatchin' the crown, Sean Price is the King

Get on your knees bitch!

And kiss the ring — motherfucker

I spent 10 years, prime of my life smoking on cigarettes

Blend beers with Bundaberg Rum and still I didn’t get

Having my moments, I’m a bad drunk

Brad Strut, on me’s the onus time to stand up (brand new!)

Finding the purpose, I’m a fan still (Brad Zill)

You had your chance but didn’t grab on

Had you taken a minute just to scope out

No doubt you would have witnessed I’m a low-down profile

So here we go now sitting with a pen in hand

No expectations, waiting patient for my 10 grand

Me and my friends man dismantle microphones

Devise your best plan to even try invoke

You better write the quote «chiller than a pandemic»

This man sent me, time to kill it — this is fantastic!

My brand’s manic, you stand in the paddock

I seperate the herd with my words automatic