2022 - 2023 studio sessions in preparation for an official 2023 release, these sessions were used to both sharpen lyrics and production, its just some loosies I had in my files, I hope you enjoy them. More to come soon.

Cruise Control (Lofi Version)(Prod. Farias)

More Time (Prod. Farias)

Cruise Control

Daydream

Para Siempre (With. Ctrlgang)

Fenix

Fortuna

Peso Pesado

From a Dreamer, To the Dreamers.
Prod. Farias

For A While (Prod. Farias)

Over Me (Prod. Farias)

Mixed By Terrell Crawford
Produced By Farias
All Rights Reserved By FYB Record Label

Rapper's Money

Rapper's Money (Prod. Farias)

New Life Ft. Terrell Crawford (Prod. Farias)

Chemistry - Farias X Terrell (Prod. Farias)

Credits
Prod. Farias
Mix & Mastering: Terrell Crawford  
Lyrics:                                                                          
Still a kid
Still fucking up
Sometimes i just feel dumb as fuck
Sometimes family just fuck me up
Because most of them just survive on luck
Because they alcoholic
They be pouring vodka on a glass like OJ in the morning
And then they be complainin i aint calling
But then ones they get drunk then they dont call me
On God
All they do is talk shit and laugh
All they drink is patron and jack
And All i do is pray to God
And bless em
Bless em
Dying and shit
They be dying and shit
Complaining about the liver
But they also complain i wont deliver
And then i tell them that the reason i wont deliver
Its cause
Yo nigga broke
But im out here to drown all my blessings
Wish i could
Grab the bottle
Drink the beer and
Learn my lesson
Lifes a mess tho
This doesnt feel right
Wheres my tiny little shine of light
All i need a drown my blessings night
Getting drunk
Just give that bottle and

[Hook by sample]

Fuck it
You're lucky I didn't roll it
You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out
Fuck it
Remember back when I told ya
That I'm a loca Colombiana (Yo te lo dije)
Fuck it
Roses and whiskey
I bet that you'll miss me, no doubt
Fuck it
You're lucky I didn't roll it
You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out
(Brains out)


All my emotions are drowned down
In the bottle
Tik tak is heavy now
How would i know?
Costal beverages
Im looking at the bitches leverage
Im sitting in the beach to renegate
I wish the beach would wash my element
Cause i need it my nigga
Cause Im broke as fuck
I need money and a solo cup
Counting money while i sip on rum
(Sirp on cup)
I just want to run
From my problems nigga
All I need to find is a solution
But these bottles drown me in confusion
Double vision of a light illusion
Immorality 
Cause im spending all the money that i use to feed my kid
Im a disgrace 
Like family
But at least i know im fitting in
And i know this the way that it is 
I feel really bad about all this
But just
(Hook)

Fuck It (Prod. Farias)

The Effects of the System in the Young Minds

Pray

Hate It

The Effects of the System in the Young Minds           Credits:

S.Y.M

Credits:
Writers: Farias
Mix & Mastering: Terrell Crawford
Producer: Reprod. Wocki

Lyrics

Yeah
Money moves
Making movement with the crew
Erasing trace of what i do
I aint gonn leave a fucking clue
Found the key turn off location
I aint gonn tell you where is at 
Cause of your bad intentions
Wont tell you about success
Thats for my succesor
Dont try to be opportonistic, we'll hate each other
Instead of hopping on my grind, we should share the struggle
Share the passion and we'll get out the jungle
Im still trying to get out the trap
Solutions are provided but the problem just keeps coming back
Alot of problems with my money
Paper status making me feel unlucky
I wanna put the city on me
Doubting myself wondering if theyll ever love me

Wondering if theyll ever love me

Some niggas trynna play with my destiny
They be asking for all my time 
So theres more for them and theres less for me
Now we're quality, wanna fuck with me?
Tried to start from scratch but quit immediatly
Let them record, i regret it instatly
All they do is practice in front of me
All they do is fuck up my currency
All they do is become my enemies
Now that they my enemies, they wanna try an extra piece
Once they try it they want the recipe
You can find all the ingredients except for me
If youre lactose intolarent, im the extra cheese
This cheesy rhyme is for the cheesy rappers
The let me write first, find the beat after
Idk what this niggas really after
Hypy as fuck, they be generating laughter
They trying to convince me they shit is nice
But out of those rappers, only ones really right
I knew he was real, he wasnt trynna bite
Now we all together sharing precious mics
Im trying to work on my delivery
Delivering all the facts direct and succesfully
Every song that i drop you gettin the best of me
I got niggas that wanna sit next to me
Cause theyre going need us even if they got all the ingredients and recipes
You need the master chef to make the master piece
I aint talking down on your dreams but
If youre capable, dont need me
But you feel me
Im droppin it clearly
Im only 20
Im selfish
And im also filthy
And prides gonn kill me
Im guilty
Of the dreams im reaching
Im reaching high up above for the competition
Got them tapping out
Locked up on submission
Getting all moneys been part of the mission
Us holding down the game must be something
You shouldve heard
So if you aint about all that my nigga
Do not disturb
Yeah

Farias Milla

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