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Still smells like June

Peso Pluma

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Backstreet Boys : As Long As You Love Me

ghost - justin bieber (cover)

angels like you - miley cyrus [sped up & reverb]

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Westlife - My Love

심(心)-DK(디셈버)

My Ella Baila Sola Remix is OUT NOW everywhere! 😎🙌🏼🔥 Had to put that DJ WZRD energy on this one and make it into a Guaracha Festival/Club banger!

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Eslabon Armado & Peso Pluma - Ella Baila Sola (DJ WZRD Remix)

92 - Yng Lvcas, Peso Pluma - La Bebe (Remix) - RMX DJ ROY SF

Scars - Keenan te (Sped Up)

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Yng Lvcas

Yng Lvcas - Peso Pluma - La Bebe (Remix)

Teka

Teka (R3HAB Remix) [feat. Peso Pluma]

Tell Me Why

Und der Wind pfeift

Some moments never fade.

Still Smells Like June is a memory in denim and sunlight — a song about old ticket stubs, borrowed spoons, and the kind of summer you still carry in your clothes.

Turn it up, close your eyes, and smell the season again.

Manche Momente verblassen nie.

Still Smells Like June ist eine Erinnerung in Jeans und Sonnenlicht – ein Song über alte Kinokarten, geliehene Löffel und einen Sommer, der immer noch in deiner Jacke steckt.

Laut aufdrehen, Augen schließen – und der Juni ist wieder da.

Still Smells Like June

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

“Out of Soda” is a quiet story of being left behind.
A missed meeting at a café. A name traced in spilled sugar. Neon lights flickering above a plastic table. Somewhere between a promise and an afterthought, someone waits — out of time, out of change, out of soda.


„Out of Soda“ erzählt still vom Zurückbleiben.
Ein verpasstes Treffen im Café. Ein Name, geschrieben in verschüttetem Zucker. Neonlicht über einem Plastiktisch. Irgendwo zwischen Versprechen und Vergessen wartet jemand – ohne Zeit, ohne Kleingeld, ohne Cola.

Out of Soda

Peso Pluma Ft Juan Gabriel - Te Llore - Remix (Produced By Dj Hernández El Salvador)

“The Cold Don’t Lie” is a dust-covered journey through backroads, motel rooms, and quiet regrets. With razor-sharp lines like “Steerin’ by feel, not direction” and “The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave,” this song captures the raw honesty of running from a past that still burns. It’s not a love song—it’s what comes after. A soundtrack for anyone who’s ever driven just to forget.

„The Cold Don’t Lie“ ist ein staubiger Trip durch Hinterland, Motels und unausgesprochene Abschiede. Mit Zeilen wie „Steerin’ by feel, not direction“ und „The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave“ erzählt der Song von der Klarheit nach dem Sturm – wenn man weiterzieht, nicht aus Freiheit, sondern weil es keine Wahrheit mehr gibt, die bleibt. Kein Liebeslied – sondern das, was danach kommt.

The Cold Don't Lie

Backstreet Boys - Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely

02. I Lay My Love On You

카더가든(Car the Garden) - 나무(Tree)

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Release Date: 2019.07.01

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Out of Soda

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