Somebody Else's Song

Arthur Mulligan

Love You've Shown

Losers Will Cry

Won't Be Around (To Care)

Into My Life

Catherine

Lock Down Forever

She (Acoustic)

I Miss

Egos

Sorry Music

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THE TRUTH (Live)

Vocals & Classical guitar: Rico Sanchez
End Solo: Diego Escobar Muller

Cultured Lovers

Copyright 2016 Rico Sanchez

Written, played, produced by Rico Sanchez

Fall winds strike my face
Smell of burning wood it fills my nose and lungs
My body's here in Nashville but my mind is still in Michigan
I never thought that I would care this much
I never thought that I would miss this stuff, oh
I miss my brothers
Miss my sister
Miss my sister's friends ;) and my mother
Ah

Miss getting fucked up at 6 in the morning on the front steps of my fraternity
With my friend Joey
Uh

Doo doo doo

I've been here 8 long weeks only made 6 friends I'm barely trying in my classes
This cafeteria food sucks and so does thinking about getting a job
Last week I went camping with my roommate Tae Hyun
He's from South Korea 
He didn't know that the south was racist
There were confederate flags everywhere
We were just trying to get some fresh air
But we got lost and a man with two teeth gave him a dirty stare

Ahhhh

The woman I love is far away
The only food here is chicken wings
I live in a fucking dorm
The atmosphere here is far from warm
I only know 2 people on my hall and none of them got weed

Drinking soju with Tae in my room
Thinking about Michigan State

It's stupid to dwell on the past
But I cant help thinking about that piece of ass
I got when I was home
Now I'm far away and I know that nothing will ever be the same here
Woah

My body's here in Nashville but my Mind's in Michigan
And I miss it
And I miss it

My Mind's in Michigan

Not passin notes in the back of the class like Ethan Craft,
instead i'm grabbin ass and choking Gordo out while Lizzie calls me dad

Ethan Craft

Drums, bass and production by Carson Maccagnone
Guitar and vocals by Rico Sanchez

Vices

I'll Just Kill You

All I do is work
Work as the sun beats on my back
Workin til my feet begin to cramp in boots thats made of leather
Rain or shine or any weather
I work
Work just to stack a pile of cash
But I'll never get to drive a cadillac
If I could get off this hi lo I'd chill by the beach and fuck a hoochie for a while so
I work
Work 40 hours for the man
Loading trucks and bleeding out my hands and sometimes my heart
breaking my back but not from fucking too hard

Niko Bokos

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