Roasted 7 months ago based on californiaraisinfan's long term Spotify stats.

Brobster the Lobster—because apparently, the only thing sadder than a crustacean living out its life in a tank is you listening to that pretentious parade of 'Indie' and 'Lo-Fi' like it’s a lifeline. You’ve got a playlist that screams, “I’m deep, but not too deep. I’m sad, but not excessively.” Nothing like 50 shades of melancholic bedroom pop to really spice up those wasted weekends, huh? Your genres read like a list of symptoms for an emotional breakdown—I half expect to see “crying on the floor” as an additional genre under 'Slowcore.' Let’s talk about those top artists of yours. It’s like you went to a hipster music festival, accidentally bumped your head, and were left with a playlist that encapsulates every emo kid’s teenage diary—horribly eloquent but, ultimately, a cry for help. “Why Are Sundays So Depressing?” You nailed it; you should be writing greeting cards, not cramming those artists down everyone’s throats like they suddenly matter. You included a rap artist in the mix like it’ll validate your love for sad strumming; buddy, stick to your acoustic breakdowns. We get it; you like to mix your hopelessness with some petty bravado. As for your most played songs, I truly hope you didn’t use that list as a personality test at parties. Because if you did, buddy, grab a drink and sit in the corner—that’s where all the lonely souls with ‘Autumn Sweater’ insecurities go. “Birdbath” by Gezebelle Gaburgably? Seriously? That sounds like a name generated by that crusty old computer in your parents’ basement. Your taste is so uniquely niche it's practically a hipster immune response to actual fun. Just remember, “Dream Pop” doesn’t mean “Wake Up, Please”—but it might be a gentle suggestion.

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