© CoyotL Publishing

Song: Kaza

Artists: CCCorazón, MarkL, Tristan Simone

Written by: Christopher Paul Pinellas Jr, Arturo Fernández, Ignacio Larraza Fornes, Luca Faria Zadra

Produced by: CCCorazón, Nacho Larraza, Zadra 

Executive Produced by: Zadra

Mixed by: Zadra

Mastered by: Zadra

Lyrics:


Tristan Simone:

We need to say something iconic
You know when “Look at Me Now” comes in?
“Hail Breezy! Humanamana...”
And then Busta comes “Yo! Yo! Yo! Everytime I come to da ea-do-ea...”
And we need something like... uh...
“That doesn’t even make sense”
“Of course it makes sense, it gets the people going!” Remember?


CCCorazón:

Yeah


Tristan Simone:

“Boys in Paris”?


CCCorazón:

“It’s provocative!”


Tristan Simone:

“It’s provocative!”
“No it’s not, it gets the people going!”
It’s like one of those...
It’s gotta be a line, a skit that’s like... One of the most remarkable shit we done


Ladies and Gentlemen, what a predicament! 
Put your motherfucking hands in the air 
They don’t do it like this no mo’
Oh come on!

As an immigrant I laugh, I sit back and I relax 
Keep fucking this country up while I make it to my class 
I reap the benefits; “Oh America you so elegant” 
But you’ll regress again; nationalism is your weapon

Tristan is in town, take a bow upon all this evil 
Evel Knievel; I need a needle to dream a little
My syllable complexity belittles all of your little pickles 
I jiggle my lyrics, killed by my spirits, you can’t hear it

A constant reminder to you fucking hoes I am the King 
Moshpit, break your fucking bones if you feel the beat
I’m hunting to see which one (of) you lame bitches gon’ choke my meat 
If you’re hungry put your hands in the hair and sing


CCCorazón:

Poor, fuck the rich, fuck the rich 
Poor, fuck a bitch, get crunk as shit 
Poor, fuck the rich, fuck the rich 
Poor, fuck a bitch, get crunk as shit


Tristan Simone:

Come for your life and I got no mercy 
Bitch you hurt me just to desert me 
Make me the crazy one
‘Oh Berti, what do we do?’

How ‘bout you pick up the mic you and you write me a verse 
About all of the fights and the memories, name all the enemies
Fuck all the therapy, all because specially, it’s all about legacy

‘Flute player!’
A Republican fuck
Who flicked her bean at Donald Trump and came from Connecticut 
My name was blowing up
Daddy told me and Freedom
‘Bout this racist in my team getting fame off my achievements

Democrats are retarded, damn it I can’t say that 
Democrats, they fucked it up with the political correct 
The agenda isn’t working so they fucking inject
‘Did you assume my gender?!’, go to my country and say that

You get nothing accomplished other than everyone is vegan
So shave one side, die your hair blue and don’t treat it 
Become a lesbian, vote Clinton, and call it even
Get your pussy looking bushy and complain on how you are treated

A constant reminder to you fucking hoes I am the King 
Moshpit, break your fucking bones if you feel the beat
I’m hunting to see which one (of) you lame bitches gon’ choke my meat 
If you’re hungry put your hands in the hair and sing


CCCorazón:

Poor, fuck the rich, fuck the rich 
Poor, fuck a bitch, get crunk as shit 
Poor, fuck the rich, fuck the rich 
Poor, fuck a bitch, get crunk as shit
Poor, fuck the rich, fuck the rich 
Poor, fuck a bitch, get crunk as shit 
Poor, fuck the rich, fuck the rich 
Poor, fuck a bitch, get crunk as shit

Poor

Powers that be, you can’t fuck with us 
Powers that be, you’ll never be one of us 
Powers that be, you can’t fuck with us 
Powers that be, you’ll never be one of us

Fyesta

Kaza

CCCORAZON, Tristan Simone, MarkL - Kaza

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: Fyesta

Artists: CCCorazón, MarkL, Tristan Simone

Written by: Christopher Paul Pinellas Jr, Arturo Fernández, Markel Badallo Latorre, Ignacio Larraza Fornes, Luca Faria Zadra

Produced by: CCCorazón, Nacho Larraza, Zadra 

Executive Produced by: Zadra

Mixed by: Nacho Larraza, Zadra

Mastered by: Zadra

Lyrics:


CCCorazón:

Flick off the light 
Open your eyes
Feel the intensity 
Shadows, they can be bright
Owning my vices, whipping up spices 
Making my rounds
Hate being alone
Don’t like how it sounds

I’m turning the tables
Unplugging the cables
Backbone was shattered but none of it mattered 
No none of the labels
I live by myself 
Forgot about health 
No girl, no game, no fame 
No generational wealth

I texted my ex and I typed in real slowly
A question like ‘girl how are you?’
She went in and wrote that she getting fatter everyday 
‘But what about you?’
Said ‘lol’, she asked about school 
Punched in a heart went ahead and said ‘cool’
Getting a hold of my shit and my groove 
But why do I text her? The fuck can I lose

Fuck can I lose

All I can think about when I see her 
Is that lil baby goin’ be him or her 
Could’ve been our little baby up first 
Now I see why abortions are cursed
Nostalgia maniac dreaming I’m living ‘em 
Childhood memories always revisit them 
Money and power is dirty I piss on ‘em 
Pray to the power of God that he’s given ‘em

Hope with some passion and reason to fight 
Ocean of energy, full scope of sight 
Plans turn to action when you take a bite 
Listen my enemy I gots the mic
I gots the power to use all my might
Fill ‘em eardrums and arenas at night 
Chance I forgot you is something that’s slight 
And if you cannot jump the gun you gotta die


Tristan Simone:

Blood is only tasty if it’s yours
The blood is only red when it’s fresh and I adore 
To slit my wrists after smoking a cig 
Inside your head I like to dig
You know I’m sick, lock me up and let me bitch

After biting on my feelings and pushing up on my buttons 
I went to test my blood I guess HIV is a problem 
Blowing up like a condom but I burst cause I’m expired 
I stand up on the chair and tie my head with all the wires

I’m hanging like the earrings on your ears that I ripped 
Sorry for the scars but beating you is a tick
My brother he claims I’m crazy now I go to therapy
Where I bitch about my problems and I only want to leave

And Dr. Jones don’t really care about my problems, he’s a dick 
Want my mothers money he ain’t helping with shit
I guess I’m dead but I’m breathing
Suicide is a game
The ouija board told my friends that A-Pleasure was gay

I’m undeveloped like my friends aborted foetus 
And now we bathe in golden chains
They changed how they treat us
Sorry Mom and Dad if these lyrics are a shame
But this the type of shit that makes God burst in flames

Talking ‘bout Gucci and Louis and shit
But you get on the stage and nobody sing shit 
‘Cause you’ve never said shit, bunch of pussy lyrics 
With no substance, you somehow made it a hit
Fuck two chains, I wear three chains 
Doors open for my name, 
this king Arthur The king freak, I’m dropping bombs 
Can you hear them scream?


CCCorazón:

Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Like who goin’ start the Fyesta?
I be like ‘who goin’ start the Fyesta’?

Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Like who goin’ start the Fyesta?
I be like ‘who goin’ start the Fyesta’?

Who gonna start it? 
Who gonna start it? 
Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Like who’s gonna start the Fyesta?
I be like ‘who’s gonna start the Fyesta’?

Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Who gonna start it?
Like who’s gonna start the Fyesta?
I be like ‘who’s gonna start the Fyesta’?

CCCORAZON, Tristan Simone, MarkL - Fyesta

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: De Una (feat Valentina Lopez)

Artists: CCCorazón, MarkL, Tristan Simone, Valentina Lopez

Written by: Christopher Paul Pinellas Jr, Arturo Fernández, Markel Badallo Latorre, Ignacio Larraza Fornes, Luca Faria Zadra

Produced by: Nacho Larraza, CCCorazón, Zadra, Valentina Lopez 

Executive Produced by: Zadra

Mixed by: Zadra, Nacho Larraza

Mastered by: Zadra, Nacho Larraza

Lyrics:


MarkL:

En Boston, la fabrica de oro

Calor, sudor en la fiesta del barrio 
Te pegaste a mi, mami, beyaqueando

De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una 
Reggaeton es pa’ perrear 
De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una
De una, de una, de una


Tristan Simone:

If you mess with the Spanish bull you might get the horns 
If you come to my parties we might never let you go
You got the coca leaf to sniff? We got everything up in this bitch 
Parental advisory for kids? Little bit of that, little bit of this

Came out of it
Came out a winner but they won’t admit
I hung out with sinners
I had them for dinner
It was all a trick
Motherfuckers with a big mouth wouldn’t commit 

I had to kill them off
Had to lose the drugs
Had to take the L
Had to shake it off
Then become a man
Had to fuck a fan
Looking so confused, I be always in the news


Valentina Lopez & MarkL:

De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una 
Reggaeton es pa’ perrear 
De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una 
Reggaeton es pa’ perrear 
De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una 
Reggaeton es pa’ perrear 
De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una
De una, de una, de una


CCCorazón:

Patas arriba ay dios mio cuidado aguas 
Body shakin' like a snake, C"ll make her hiss 
Lil mami brought another shawty, made them kiss 
Bought her Balenciaga, venga casa aqui si si si

Less stop and more go
Drop my chain, made it snow 
Shots to the back, uh oh, she want blow 
Mami won't let go, my cabello colocho
Puchojenso, free smoke


MarkL:

Calor, sudor en la fiesta del barrio
Esto ya va comenzando
Que llueva el alcohol, de lo demas yo me encargo 
El bajo está reventando
Te pegaste a mi, mami, beyaqueando 
Ya no tenemos espacio


Valentina Lopez & MarkL:

De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una 
Reggaeton es pa’ perrear 
De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una 
Reggaeton es pa’ perrear 
De una
Es ese mirar el color de su piel 
Ponte a bailar
Son esos andares la melena al viento 
Pa’ perrear
Que a cualquiera mami haces enloquecer 
Ponte a bailar
Quiere bailar y me lo hace lento
De una, de una
De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una 
Reggaeton es pa’ perrear 
De una
Dale un trago y ponte a bailar 
De una 
Reggaeton es pa’ perre 
Una

De Una (feat Valentina Lopez)

CCCORAZON, Tristan Simone, MarkL - De Una (feat Valentina Lopez)

Lyrics found by accident, a hypnotic melody, a rise of doubts, emotions and contrasting feelings. The music and the production put at the mercy of the story to be told, this is “Picchì Picchì Chianciti…?” (meaning “Why, why are you crying…?”). 
The score of this song, also originally by Alberto Piazza, was posthumously gifted to Paola Munda who took it under her mantle, and expressed it the way she felt it.

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: Picchì Picchì Chianciti

Artist: Paola Munda

Written by: Alberto Piazza, Paola Munda, Luca Faria Zadra

Produced by: Zadra

Vocal Recording Engineers: Matheus Maciel, Dan Cantor

Mixed and Mastered by: Zadra

Lyrics:

Picchì, picchì chianciti, picciriddi?
E poi cull'occhi ancora chini i stiddi
Strinciti forti i pugna e vinni ite
si cui partite e 'u cori resta 'ccà?

Picchì, picchì vi state a turmintari
e v'ammazzate a vita a travagghiari,
si ghiornu doppo ghiornu li cuntate
e nun viditi l'ora di turnà?

Si a strinciri li pugna siti forti
e mancu vi scantati di la morti, 
e vinni ite comu fussi in guerra
picchì 'un restate 'nta la vostra terra?

Picchì cu 'stu curaggiu ca ci aviti
invece di cummattiri partiti?
E invece ca strappallo da lu pettu
'stu vostru cori un lu tiniti strettu?

Picchì, picchì chianciti, picciriddi?
E poi cull'occhi ancora chini i stiddi
Strinciti forti i pugna e vinni ite
si cui partite e 'u cori resta 'ccà?

Picchì, picchì vi state a turmintari
e v'ammazzate a vita a travagghiari,
si ghiornu doppo ghiornu li cuntate
e nun viditi l'ora di turnà?

E nun viditi l'ora di turnà?

E nun videmu l'ora di turnà?

Amuri Amari

Picchì Picchì Chianciti

“Comu” (meaning “How”) is a moment in “{Amuri} Amari”’s journey where certainty wavers, nostalgia surges and, from far away, all good things keeping us tied to the Motherland seem to be beckoning, like a mermaid’s song. 
It’s a song written by four hands, Paola Munda’s and Manfredi Caputo’s. The two Palermo-natives describe their profound ties to their city. 
This song gives rise to all the feelings and contradictions that constitute Sicily.

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: Comu

Artist: Paola Munda

Written by: Paola Munda, Manfredi Caputo, Luca Faria Zadra

Additional Musicians:

Voices - Carlotta Amato, Regina Crisosto, Eleonora Rancati, Serle Siliani

Produced by: Zadra

Vocal Recording Engineers: Matheus Maciel, Dan Cantor

Vocal Producer/Engineer: Alissa Faratro

Mixed and Mastered by: Zadra

Lyrics:

Comu cciu spieghi, comu
Lu mari a cu nun ci nasciu
Comu cciu spieghi, comu
Lu mari a cu un l'ha vistu mai?

Comu cciu spieghi, comu
Lu mari a cu nun ci nasciu
Comu cciu spieghi, comu
Lu mari a cu un l'ha vistu mai?

Terra mia amara e duci
Terra ca nunn'havi paci
Terra c'havi tutti i chiavi
E poi chiui tutti i purtuna

Terra ca t'arresta mmucca
Terra ca ti strappa a lingua
Terra ca t'abbrazza
E ti turmenta

Sicilia, Sicilia, Sicilia...

Terra mia di cori e luci
Terra ca nun duna paci
Terra ca semu tutti frati e soru
Terra ri cu ti canusci

Terra china ri malerba
Terra povera e superba
Terra ca addisia
Ma terra mia

Sicilia, Sicilia, Sicilia...
Sicilia, Sicilia, Sicilia...

Comu cciu spieghi
Ca un semu sulu mari
Semu vespri, borboni
C'u sangu ri Nurmanni
Semu Paolo e Giovanni
Criscemmu supra seculi 
Ri storia e lamenti
Incensi e confessioni
Chianti e petti battuti
E si qualcosa nun ti piaci
'nsam'a Dio, statti muta
Strinci i renti e un ci pinsari
Pensa a saluti
E vieru è ca sì talmenti bedda
Ca sula mi fai scurdari tutti cosi
Tutti i malanni
Pinseri, manciafranchi e trarimenti
Ca poi a terra è matri e tu sì matri mia

Sicilia Sicilia, Sicilia, Sicilia...

Comu

Tradition, roots and folklore emerge with assertiveness in the third leg of “{Amuri} Amari”’s journey. 
“Terra Ca Nun Senti” (meaning “Land that you don’t hear”) is a song sung last century by Rosa Balistreri, the biggest Sicilian singer of all time. Paola Munda and ZADRA borrow the lyrics and melody written by the Palermo-native Alberto Piazza and re-read them through their own musical backgrounds. The duo embeds, in an unexpected meter, sounds taken from Sicily’s beaches and Palermo’s street markets. They insert parts of dialogues had between friends lamenting today’s issues; issues that prevail even after the song exposed them over seventy years ago.

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: Terra Ca Nun Senti

Artist: Paola Munda

Written by: Alberto Piazza, Paola Munda, Luca Faria Zadra

Features: Adriano Schimmenti, Salvaturino Aleo

Produced by: Zadra

Vocal Recording Engineers: Matheus Maciel, Dan Cantor

Vocal Producer/Engineer: Alissa Faratro

Mixed and Mastered by: Zadra

Lyrics:

Terra ca nun senti
Ca nun vò capiri
Ca nun dici nenti
Virennumi muriri

Terra ca nun senti
Ca nun vò capiri
Ca nun dici nenti
Virennumi muriri
Terra ca nun teni 
Cu voli partiri
E nenti ci runi 
Pi falli Turnari

Terra ca nun senti
Ca nun vò capiri
Ca nun dici nenti
Virennumi muriri
Terra ca nun teni 
Cu voli partiri
E nenti ci runi 
Pi falli Turnari

E chianci chianci
E chianci chianci

Terra Ca Nun Senti

“L’Egghiri a Biriri Com’è” (meaning “I must go see how it is there”) is the second song and the second stop in Paola Munda’s journey. 
From dreaming it to executing it, one can picture her departure and feel the rising fear that comes with the endeavour. It’s a song riddled with details that perfectly represent the fusion between ZADRA’s spirit and Munda’s musical heart. A heart that beats for circle songs and unites them with Mediterranean soundscapes, all in a meter favoured by Arabic tradition. 
“L’Egghiri” sees the participation, among other extraordinary artists, of Sissy Castrogiovanni, a star of the Sicilian scene.

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: L'Egghiri a Biriri Com'è

Artist: Paola Munda

Written by: Paola Munda, Luca Faria Zadra

Additional Musicians:

Voices - Sissy Castrogiovanni, Anna Signorini, Edward Sweeney

Cello - Emmanuel Keller

Chapman Stick - John Tyler Kent

Percussion - Alber Baseel, Manfredi Caputo, Alexis Soto

Recording Engineer: Dom Tenaglia

Vocal Recording Engineer: Matheus Maciel

Vocal Production/Engineer: Alissa Faratro

Produced by: Zadra

Mixed and Mastered by: Zadra

Lyrics:

Aria, Ventu, Terra
Focu, Pioggia ranni
Vaiu a biriri s'è a stissa ddà

Viaggiu cu li occhi 
Chini di curaggiu
Taschi vacanti e cori chinu

Signuruzzu miu
Nun m'abbandunari
Haiu a tia sulu nmenzu a stà marea
Fammi camminari supra a chistu mari
Sula un c'à fazzu
Ascuta stà preghiera

Vaiu a biriri com'è
Io l'egghiri a fari
Comu u cielu s'addisìa
Tu Sicilia bedda resta nnu mè cori
Terra d'amuri e aranci amari

Signuruzzu miu
Nun m'abbandunari
Haiu a tia sulu nmenzu a stà marea
Fammi camminari supra a chistu mari
Sula un c'à fazzu
Ascuta stà preghiera

Vaiu a biriri com'è
Io l'egghiri a fari
Comu u cielu s'addisìa
Tu Sicilia bedda resta nnu mè cori
Terra d'amuri e aranci amari

L'Egghiri a Biriri Com'è

“Vola Vasciu” (meaning “Fly low”) is the first leg of the journey. 
The author expresses the voice of the Sicilian people through the music. She sings from their perspective, throwing herself against a woman’s dreams and aspirations, but with a strikingly calm tone. She presents the ancient and outdated view of femininity which dictates her path in life; it tells her what she should be doing and at what age she should marry. She challenges it simply by showcasing it. 
The sonic aesthetics of “Vola Vasciu” are reminiscent of a lullaby, a metaphor for the culture’s lethargy and its unwillingness to change.

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: Vola Vasciu

Artist: Paola Munda

Written by: Paola Munda, Luca Faria Zadra

Produced by: Zadra

Vocal Recording Engineers: Matheus Maciel, Dan Cantor

Mixed and Mastered by: Zadra

Lyrics:

Vola vasciu, vola vasciu
Viri unn'ha ghiri, viri c'ha fari
Vola vasciu, vola vasciu
Ca un cumanna u muru vasciu

Già l'he vista iu stà scena
Salutari li parenti
Sù partuti cu dda navi
Versu l'autru cuntinenti
Sù cumminti d'attruvari
La furtuna, la ricchizza,
Ma stù mari, nun vi chiama? 
A mia lu pilu mi s'arrizza!

Cu cciù rici poi a tò patri
Ca un maritu un vò circari?
Vò lassari u beddu postu
E all'America vò iri..
Chi t'he diri, figghia mia?
Tuttu u munnu poi è paisi,
Semu nati pi suffriri
E a tò stidda un pò canciari..

U sapiti ca vi ricu?
Ca farò ri testa mia
Un partissi pi scappari,
Ma p'amuri 'rà vita mia!
U Signuri ca nni fici
Mi pinsò noti e culura
Un nascemmu pi suffriri
Ma pi vulari e brillari

Vola Vasciu

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: Bliss of the Moment (feat. EduArdo Omondi & Myia Thornton)

Artists: Tristan Simone, EduArdo Omondi, Myia Thornton

Written by: Arturo Fernandez, Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane, Eduardo Omondi, Myia Thornton, Rodrigo Frangioni

Produced by: Rambo

Mixed by: Ivan Molho

Mastered by: Alexander Wright

Art Director: Evan Maricle

MGMT: Victoria Verba

Lyrics:

[Intro - Tristan Simone]

The three grammy award winning rappers
Berklee College of Music
They say, look hungry, not starving

[EduArdo Omondi]
Can’t touch this / Can’t touch this
Drop you like a hammer / MC’s can’t touch this
Nail you down like Capone with a snitch bitch
Can’t touch this / Put me on your wish list

Can’t touch this / Can’t touch this
Drop you like a hammer / MC’s can’t touch this
Nail you down like Capone with a snitch bitch
Can’t touch this / Put me on your wish list

[Tristan Simone]
In the bliss of the moment / The worthy opponent
Take’s hold of the culprit / Free to indulge him
See’s it upon him / I gotta be real with you brother
I think that I’ve seen this before / It’s a sign of addiction
I’m on you / I tell you to listen / You tell me to fuck off
You get it / I get it / You don’t want it now but someday
I’ve been on some shit / That nobody lived
They talk about big the kahunas / they clearly pressed on my fits
Talking ‘bout hits  / They never had one / they all better quit
I’m on the academic list / T. Simone got the wit 
Haters never admit / So they all in my list
They deem me unfit / I’m in the orchestra pit giving them tips
If it ain’t about the money they ain’t ever commit 
Bella Madness comes alive but the bitch got no tits
She be tellin’ all the truth ain’t no doubt they omit
They censor all my shows when they see the scars on my wrists
Speak what’s wrong just a bit proceed to fuck the hypocrites 
My album seventeen tracks and I ain’t got no fucking skits

[EduArdo Omondi]
Can’t touch this / Can’t touch this
Drop you like a hammer / MC’s can’t touch this
Nail you down like Capone with a snitch bitch
Can’t touch this / Put me on your wish list

Can’t touch this / Can’t touch this
Drop you like a hammer / MC’s can’t touch this
Nail you down like Capone with a snitch bitch
Can’t touch this / Put me on your wish list

[Tristan Simone]
Walking my way / Minding my own
It’s transparent to me that you’re into me by how you say T. Simone
Walking my way / Minding my own
It’s transparent to me that you’re into me by how you say T. Simone
Must’ve seen it all before / I’m seeing it again / All the dividends 
Split them in the middle / Everybody gets a little 
Everybody takes a piece of the pie but please tell me why
It’s been a minute we done been together?
Gotta get it going for the homies that support me 
Take a second / Breath it in / Hold it in for the moment 
There’s a lurking opponent / Better dethrone him
Never indulge him / I know he’s a culprit
There was a wolf blowing wind in the middle of the woods
Wouldn’t he or couldn’t he attack us / Who am I to blast him
Who the fuck is asking? Asking for disaster / Crafted answers
I don’t fuck with ghosts / I don’t fuck with fakes / I don’t fuck with
Any motherfucker out there looking for trouble / Ready to rumble
Stumble upon a humbling one / In a bliss of the moment 

[Myia Thornton]
Every body listen up / When I’m at the top don’t start kissing up
These motherfuckers wanna keep playing games 
As soon as they get a little taste of fame (whoop) 
Now I think I got your attention / You wanna act up 
Now u being defensive
Meanwhile ya man all up in my mentions 
I don’t really give a fuck if ya stay in ya feelings 
Hard times never stopped nobody 
But this shit got me chopped like karate 
Don’t wanna go out like this so i’m stayin’ in the box like i’m Roddy 
These bitches is killin’ me corona / Got me so hot like a sauna
Don’t know how to feel bout this shit 
So ima just live in the moment

Tristan Simone - Bliss Of The Moment (feat. EduArdo Omondi & Myia Thornton)

© CoyotL Publishing

Song: Numbers (feat. Funder)

Artists: Tristan Simone, Funder

Written by: Arturo Fernandez, Luca Faria Zadra, Daniel Funderbirk

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by: Zadra
Art Director: Evan Maricle

MGMT: Victoria Verba

Tristan Simone - Numbers (feat. Funder)

Independent Urban Music Record Label and Collective 📀 Based in LA/Boston/Barcelona  🇺🇸🇪🇸

Members:
CCCorazón - Artist / Producer
MarkL - Artist / Producer
Tristan Simone - Artist
ANTHXXX - Artist
Nacho Larraza - Producer / Engineer
Zadra - Producer / Engineer

CoyotL Records

Popular tracks