Waisted Years

Prod. Big Taste/Leroy Clampitt

Photographer - Parker Day

Oliver Tree

[Chorus]
Who is that, who is that?
Not me!
Who is that, who is that?
Not me!

[Verse 1]
Living large, living large
Skyscraper hotels
5 Stars and foreign cars	
You want a picture so you stop and see
No siree! This shit is not for me!
I took the only escape route
Black listed cause I crossed my own name out
Some things i this life cannot be undone
This the kinda shit that'll change you son!

[Chorus]
Who is that, who is that?
Not me!
Who is that, who is that?
Not me!

[Verse 2]
And I know my man of size with the way I live 
Whole world in my head no shit!
Look my way and you might just see
When i scrape right by on my Chrysler Jeep
Speed through to red just to catch the next green
Peddle to the middle, going lighting speed!
Look in my rearview mirror just to see
But I can’t recognize, was it really me?

[Chorus]
Who is that, who is that?
Not me!
Who is that, who is that?
Not me!

[Bridge]
Someone shot me down i'm falling
You know it in a way, something has to change
Someone shot me down i'm falling
You know it in a way, something has to change

[Outro]
When your falling off, i'm falling
When your falling off to often
When your falling off, i'm falling
When your falling off too often, I give up!

Not Me

Cowboy Tears Drown the World in a Swimming Pool of Sorrow

Mind Control

Replacement

Things We Used To Do

Wasteland

A dance track inspired by that 2016 era of deep house...

i wanna feel

Funk

Subaru Crosstrek XV

Produced by Curtis Waters 

Video: https://youtu.be/x9mg4PC3Yx8

Lyrics:
Sell your soul for a good price 
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream never think twice 
That’s a dream 

I’m not your purse 
I’m not your product 
I’m from the dirt 
You're copping Prada 
My people hurt 
It’s getting harder 
My people hurt 
It’s getting harder 
I need some money 
I need some money man
I’m fucking hungry
I really need a hand 
Ain’t nothing sunny 
Back in the mother land 
A fucking cycle 
That we all running in 

I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 

Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system 
Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system
Ain’t no peace for my brothers and sisters
Ain't no peace for my brothers  
They do not want us to breathe
Can’t even walk in the streets 
To them we're all just machines 
In the American dream 
They say that they just want peace 
But then they leave us to bleed 
They’ll never see what we see
They’ll never see what we see

Sell your soul for a good price 
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream never think twice 
That’s a dream 

I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product

System

Clouds Up In The Sky

Management: dan@goodluckhavefun.media

Worldwide Bookings:
Paradigm
Lee Anderson // landerson@paradigmagency.com
Marty Diamond // mdiamond@paradigmagency.com