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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I came in hot with a busted grin
Red dust boots and a scalp gone thin
You talk big there from across the room
I laugh like thunder, I smell your doom
Cheap beer stain on my faded tee
No one here gets to run on me
Back of my throat, that burn don't fade
I bite the night and I take my trade
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I know that look
I know that line
You push too hard
You cross that line
My hands go cold
My jaw locks tight
One wrong word and it sparks tonight
[Chorus]
Gotta smoke, bloke
Say it to my face
Gotta smoke, bloke
I don't need your grace
Gotta smoke, bloke
Try and hold me back
Gotta smoke, bloke
I'm a wheel off track (Gotta smoke, bloke)
[Verse 2]
Parked up mean in a rusted ute
Head full of sand and a bad taboo
You keep on circling, I keep on pace
I got that storm in my blood and my face
Shirt gone black from the ash I wear
Knuckles white when I cut through air
If you want trouble, then step on in
I don't fold once the break begins
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I know that look
I know that line
You push too hard
You cross that line
My pulse hits hard
My eyes go bright
One wrong word and it starts tonight
[Chorus]
Gotta smoke, bloke
Say it to my face
Gotta smoke, bloke
I don't need your grace
Gotta smoke, bloke
Try and hold me back
Gotta smoke, bloke
I'm a wheel off track (Gotta smoke, bloke)
[Bridge]
Let it crack
Let it roar
I been waiting at the edge of the floor
One more jab
One more shove
Then the whole damn room comes unglued above
[Final Chorus]
Gotta smoke, bloke
Say it to my face
Gotta smoke, bloke
I don't need your grace
Gotta smoke, bloke
Try and hold me back
Gotta smoke, bloke
I'm a wheel off track (Gotta smoke, bloke)
Details
GeneratedMay 9, 2026
Duration3:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hard rock with Australian male vocals, driving mid-tempo stomp, syncopated palm-muted guitar riffs, punchy snare-crash accents, and a snarling nu-metal edge; verse rides tight low-end chugs and dry vocal grit, pre-chorus strips to toms and bass tension, chorus slams open with gang shouts and stacked doubles. Add reverse cymbal swells into each drop, a synth pulse under the hook, and short delay throws on the last word. Bright, aggressive, and front-row loud., soundtrack, alternative rock, metalcore, rapid, nu metal, hardcore, rock, hard rock
Credits
Prompt by
Ian_Lynch
Ian_LynchModelAria v5.5
Prompt
"Gotta Smoke Bloke"; Australian Rock Male Hard Rock Vocals Ibanez thrashing guitars Tama Rapid Fire Drums Synthesizer, Soundtrack, rock, hard rock, alternative rock, nu metal, hardcore, metalcore
