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So this is what it sounds like when puberty skips you over and weed takes the place of your vocal coach. No wonder he bothers to only whisper and talk-sing his way through his corny tracks these days. Can you believe people are actually applauding him for this? I guess you have to treat botched renditions of the national anthem performed at sporting events the same way you respond to the tone deaf, no talent girl addicted to Newports getting a solo at church. It’s like you know Jesus is grabbing his ear plugs, but you have to bear through it without bursting into laughter or booing.
In the future, the only thing Ray-J should be allowed to cover is a woman with no shame.