-̴̧̡̛̛̲͈̜̝̀̍̐̅̀̕-̴̡̛͉̯̮̟͒́̓͊̈̔͂ͅ-̵̛̬̟̖̏̿̃̑̌͝-̸̫̙̫̈́͌̌͌̚-̶̨̹͈͎͙̝̂-̴̪̞̪̯͖͂̂̅͘͠-̵͚̥̖̗͉̠͌̇̾̎͌͛̓̔͜-̷̞̠̝̗̗̼͇͈̫̩̈́̈́̾̔̊͠-̷͎̫͔̖̯͈̦̹̊̽̏̔͊̊̋̈̕͠-̶̛̘́̽̏̋̄̊͆̕-̵̭̰́͑̀̓̿͘-̶͖͎̩͕͈̈̈́ͅ-̵̪̱͎͉͎̠̦͐͂͗̀̀͆̇̄̕͝ͅ-̵̛͍͉̮̯̱̳́̓̽̒̚͝-̴̱̜̲̹͕̱̼͂̌̈́̊͜͜-̷̩̘̬͙̹̾̆̏̓̍-̶̡̨̢̰͇̩͇̘̭̙̔̚-̴͕̈̊͋-̶͚̩͙͑̚-̵̫̥̠̩̗̼̩̮̾̅̊̉̓͂̕̕͠-̵̨̨̺̣̖̣͚̤̐̇̋̚͝-̸̨͐́̽͌͐͆͝-̸̜̥̮̔͠-̷̤͖̤̭̱̆͑̓ͅ
˜"*°•.𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 - 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔰.•°*"˜
febuary 7, 2021
13:22
who knew back round vocals could be so annoying? you had to record over one thing five or six times just to get it right, then make back round vocals for those back round vocals. by the end of their session, max was dead. they weren't halfway through the song, though, she had to admit, it was badass. axel saved a part of the song near the end just for her, a simple verse that was barely fifteen seconds, but it was a sweet gesture nonetheless. though, the verse itself wasn't sweet.
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