Red Martina - One Track Mind | Текст песни

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• Red Martina
• One Track Mind

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