I mean, for real. I get that maybe you can't play any instruments or you don't have access to these things, but you can't do a little better than this?

No offense, but the music is garbage and unlistenable

It reminds me of those booths at theme parks that have the shitstrumental version of "Livin' On A Prayer" and your in puberty ass steps in the booth and belts out your voice change prone version for Martha, the big-tittied (as a fifth grader can be) cheerleader type all the boys jerk off to.

If you can't do better, then why bother REALLY? DON'T YOU WANT PEOPLE TO LISTEN OR IS IT JUST TO FEED YOUR...WEIRD EGO?

Do you show your friends this or just belt it out and post it here?

If you want someone to write and play the instrument parts, maybe you should ask. Some of us have rooms full of the shit and have been doing it for decades, long before "digital recording" came around.

Just saying.

I mean, for real. I get that maybe you can't play any instruments or you don't have access to these things, but you can't do a little better than this?

No offense, but the music is garbage and unlistenable

It reminds me of those booths at theme parks that have the shitstrumental version of "Livin' On A Prayer" and your in puberty ass steps in the booth and belts out your voice change prone version for Martha, the big-tittied (as a fifth grader can be) cheerleader type all the boys jerk off to.

If you can't do better, then why bother REALLY? DON'T YOU WANT PEOPLE TO LISTEN OR IS IT JUST TO FEED YOUR...WEIRD EGO?

Do you show your friends this or just belt it out and post it here?

If you want someone to write and play the instrument parts, maybe you should ask. Some of us have rooms full of the shit and have been doing it for decades, long before "digital recording" came around.

I mean, for real. I get that maybe you can't play any instruments or you don't have access to these things, but you can't do a little better than this?

No offense, but the music is garbage and unlistenable

It reminds me of those booths at theme parks that have the shitstrumental version of "Livin' On A Prayer" and your in puberty ass steps in the booth and belts out your voice change prone version for Martha, the big-tittied (as a fifth grader can be) cheerleader type all the boys jerk off to.