I got a one track mind It follows me wherever I go It follows me whatever I do
But I do not want you
Low-Lifes in Vogue Stobe Lights the road Dudley Don't Rights Rouge types in droves
Cold nights of code Grown gripes are groaned trying to stand tall: stove pipes on domes
No dice. Alone So trite the tone compared to drone strikes or flights unflown
Unknowns knowns that’s sewn in the hustle heap tons of fructose for the doses of the doublespeak
Back to grand fades AMPEG AMSCRAY band turned fans and plans turned man-cave
handmade sandpaper laminated bland
in the land of basic, damn many paper-laden champs.
Eric wanted Gibsons parents wanted pigskins merit-based cherish serenades for shin-splints
As for me my one track's been set move the goalposts until I find the net
Have you ever had a compromise witcha Never gon Rise witcha Never gon fly witcha I will never let you concentrate You can never ever run this way Tell me how you're gon’ break
I got a one track mind It follows me wherever I go It follows me whatever I do