i'm racing through the stars
please just feel my heart yeah
you're an underground superstar
well let me be your number one yeah

don't know if i want to stay here
don't know where i want to go
чи газар доор од шиг гялалзана
гэдгийг чинь тэд мэдэхгүй

миний дуу яг очир алмаз
тэд намайг газраас олно
you call me super star, you call me superstar

racing through the stars
please don't break my heart yeah
you're an underground superstar
let me be your number one yeah

underground superstar

Crustation ^ Purple (J Dilla Remix)

proudly presenting my first cover of a mongolian song ✨ 
there is not much happening production wise, it's just my guitar and vocals but it's not even about that for me but about me finally able to sing songs in mongolian, so that's exciiitingg ☺️ one day i am gonna feel comfortable enough to also write songs in mongolian and i don't think that's far away!
enjoy! 
original: Munkhtuya - Chi Miniih Bolno

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Chi Miniih Bolno Demo

Eternal sunshine

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CcinBogle - We Good

HYPERSKILL ft. BEE - HYXT (The Tourists Cover)

This is a story of a young man, traveling ancient countrysides, looking for new emotions to experience.
                    Looking to give more than to get, and understanding the frailty in the notion that nothing is really given to you aside from the very air that you breathe
                    But things are changing now
                    Things are rapidly becoming...very different...than they once were
                    
                    On a southbound train that seems to eat through the German countryside like a mylar saw through wood
                    Like a hammer breaking through old bones
                    My reflections are now turning from the circus mirrors and smoke to framed glass
                    Preparing to separate my interior frailty from the dangers of the outside
                    Those things I do not quite understand
                    I can see hints of colored city kid influence
                    in colorful accents dancing across the foundations of former communist factories
                    Saying, to me, that I've been here before
                    Despite this railway being my virgin transport in this oh so foreign place
                    Chopping through the world I've come to understand as mine
                    Like a lion's teeth through the ribs of a gazelle
                    On a hunt
                    And when we reach Stuttgart
                    I believe I am a man of different thinking
                    My energy replenished with each stop between Hamburg and Munich
                    Visions of Göthe
                    Thomas Mann immortalised by the artistic politics of iron curtains
                    Falling as certain as rain
                    Grape vines growing rooted from the lips of the Rhein see
                    This particular world I'm traveling through
                    Is much older than the world I call mine
                    Today I'm the gunpowder in a continental bullet
                    A cell in this electric vein coursing through the Black Forest
                    My destination just beyond the trees
                    A relatively young man traveling ancient countrysides
                    And newfangled sidewalk technology
                    Looking to give more than to get
                    And understanding the frailty in the notion that nothing is given to you but the air you breathe
                    And the trees that hide my destination
                    Resemble loose hairs on the head of an old gentleman from afar
                    These mountains protecting villages and colonies like a mote
                    Encircling castles of fallen leaders
                    Roughly an hour north of the Munich skyline
                    
                    This trip is very different than any I've been on before
                    I wish I could transmit this experience through American urban radio and whore-house shopping malls
                    To Wall Street executives and stay-at-home moms in the Bible belt
                    Just to say hey look at the world and get off your block
                    Pick up a book
                    Stop watching the clock
                    There is so much more to learn than
                    Trades and monolingual grades
                    To be sure
                    This ride is special
                    This countryside is ancient
                    And many of these things I do not understand
                    But I feel like I've been here before
                    This ride, the thoughts that come with it
                    Tell me to cherish life now because the only real gift given to you is the present
                    The only real gift given to you is right now

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