Sean Price - Automatic lyrics

[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 [Verse 1: Bradt Strut] 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 ba*tard [Hook: Brad Strut] 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 [Verse 2: Sean Price] Aiyyo Kinger from Jack, smoke black from green weed Who came in the game, filled up quick, Kareem Reid Sean Price a mother f**in' ba*tard 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 a** 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 b**h! And kiss the ring - motherf**er [Hook: Brad Strut] [Verse 3: Brad Strut] 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 k** it - this is fantastic! My brand's manic, you stand in the paddock I seperate the herd with my words automatic [Hook: Brad Strut] {X2}