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Bad Influence
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bad Influence was released on April 30, 2013 by Strange Famous as a part of the album Working Man
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Release DateApril 30, 2013
LabelStrange Famous
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

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Lyrics

I was raised on black music that my parents played
James Brown, Curtis Mayfield, Saturdays
And you claim it's the style I stole
But it's the only thing I've known since 5 years old
I was raised on black music and bad influence
Baptized in muddy water, cords, and wrists
I would hear my dad play on his instruments
He played like he's on stage in front of millions
I was just a kid who was amused
In his living room sitting listening to rhythm and blues notes
My dad would evoke the muse of ghosts
Of those who were never known and died broke
He'd slide his fingers like Buddy Guy along the frets
And used to wail the blues scale
His guitar wept like Lucille
You could feel the weeping strings every time he played BB King's
And it never lost meaning through the course of the season
With the rawest of ingredients, the audience would see it
Something I used to watch and never forgot
Passed down to me so the music won't stop
And it keeps going on and on and on and on
And it keeps going on and on and on and on
And it keeps going on and on and on and on
And it won't stop stop till the break break of dawn
And it keeps going on and on and on and on
And it keeps going on and on and on and on
And it keeps going on and on and on and on
And it won't stop stop till the break break of dawn
I'm at the crossroads, heart broke
When Robert Johnson's guitar was sold to an A&R for his soul
They said it was the devil's music, provoked sexual movements
Made the youth rebel institutions but
Now we're out of tune with the music
They doctored the blueprints till the youth forgot how to do it
Before suits intruded and white opportunists
Used focus groups to market it to consumers
With grass roots stuffed in fat goose, black boots moving as a unit
Before the pursuit of moving units
When music got you through shit
Chicken soup mixed with a bitches buddha listen to it soothed it
Moving the claps with acoustic slaps of the blues riffs
I'm asking where the groove went like Cadillacs cruising
Caps rattling down the avenue on an afternoon
With Billy Jack booming
No Pat Boone in, no Jackie Moon in that pack crooning
That's what he never crashed on the moon in
To me it's just music, an art that had an influence
Made me see how we're similar and not just how we're different
Written by: Alecia Moore, Butch Walker, Niklas Olovson, Robin Lynch, William Mann
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