INFLUENCE OF ATMOSPHERE That point You're the adult to rein And seein you Take it away I look into your glass eye, take it By surprise
I can tell, I can feel I can tell, I can feel, I can see Something is changing To me change is no stranger I don't run, I don't hide I don't run, I don
While passing judgment reigns And this face is not our own The evidence is on display And I fear its treason now Betrayed by these teachers revered now
It's hard to hold when the world is spinning Learned nothing from the night before or the weeks before that Under your influence - right goes wrong Under
CAN'T CONTROL THE WIND (Bill Anderson - Roger Pirtle - Pat Lovely) « © '95 Mr Bubba Music » RECORDED BY RICKY SKAGGS When I was a boy
Yo, I create off drum drops and ate away blacktops Grab the mike so you don't react The double X polo shirt with the hat to match In fact, we verbally
[Music: Dave Garcia] [Lyrics: Sean Peck] I come to you in many ways I'll make sure my impression stays See me I am the latest craze You know my name
I was under the influence I was under the influence I was under the influence I was under the influence (I discovered) I was under the influence I was
Those who seek after fame put others down Climb the heights of your dream to be proclaimed The world doesn't need any more stars exalting self World needs
The days are spent chatting amongst the workers of how cold it is outside, not to mention their greatest fears like finding their children neglected
Hello my Dear my Honey Sweet surrounder of the soul I keep I wish I could lie with you in beds of roses all day but I know you cannot feel the same way
Do I want this? Liquid courage pouring down Sober surface hits the ground The masquerade has started now And you have faded into the crowd How do you
CAN'T CONTROL THE WIND (Bill Anderson - Roger Pirtle - Pat Lovely) « © '95 Mr Bubba Music » When I was a boy daddy was my guiding light
Two days at the end The light in here is weak And so I weep Two hours at the end The talk in here is cheap And so I weep Did ya catch my American flu
Two days at the end The light in here is weak And so I weep Two hours at the end The talk in here is cheap And so I weep Did 'ya catch my American
Come and join me in my willpower dance. You will find yourself in a hypnotic trance. I pull your strings, your reluctance will fade. Dance by my flute
Niggas, pick up your feet and get it moving because, Our situation ain't improving with the bible We're moving in to all the units and the side show When
