One Track Mind Classified (Ft. Joel Plaskett)
“One Track Mind” by Classified (ft. Joel Plaskett) is a #HipHop track from 2013 that explores themes of obsession and single-minded focus in relationships. The lyrics convey a sense of determination and passion, while the collaboration adds a melodic twist. Its catchy hooks and relatable message contribute to its appeal in Canadian music culture.
[Hook - Joel Plaskett]
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
[Classified - talking over Hook]
Ye-yeah, you got a
Haha, yeah
Yo, I got a little story for ya
[Verse 1 - Classified]
Yeah, now Dave he works hard in the dock yard (ha)
But wants to be a rock star, drivin hot cars (yeah)
Livin large, gettin girls like an all-star (right)
Filthy rich knockin hits out the ball park (come on)
With his Les Paul Guitar as his call card
He fell in love with the music, it was all heart
And when you reach high sometimes you fall far (yeah)
You gotta give it all you got once the job starts
Focused everyday, smilin when he played
His fingerprints took a beatin, almost fade away
His family didn't know or couldn't understand
They thought he'd snap out of this like a rubber band
But we know he seems (gone) got his first taste
A couple show dates always comin home late
At the break of (dawn), his girl's sleepin
Barely ever see him cause he's giggin on the weekend
And when he was around it was like his mind wasn't
His girl would talk to him but he never heard nothin
Mind always racin, a race against time
That's a one track mind
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
[Classified - talking over Hook]
Ye-yeah, you got a
Haha, yeah
Yo, I got a little story for ya
[Verse 1 - Classified]
Yeah, now Dave he works hard in the dock yard (ha)
But wants to be a rock star, drivin hot cars (yeah)
Livin large, gettin girls like an all-star (right)
Filthy rich knockin hits out the ball park (come on)
With his Les Paul Guitar as his call card
He fell in love with the music, it was all heart
And when you reach high sometimes you fall far (yeah)
You gotta give it all you got once the job starts
Focused everyday, smilin when he played
His fingerprints took a beatin, almost fade away
His family didn't know or couldn't understand
They thought he'd snap out of this like a rubber band
But we know he seems (gone) got his first taste
A couple show dates always comin home late
At the break of (dawn), his girl's sleepin
Barely ever see him cause he's giggin on the weekend
And when he was around it was like his mind wasn't
His girl would talk to him but he never heard nothin
Mind always racin, a race against time
That's a one track mind
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