Roasted 11 months ago based on Grant's long term Spotify stats.

Grant, my dude, your Spotify profile reads like that one friend who thinks he’s too cool for the mainstream—newsflash, buddy, you’re about as underground as a parking garage. The number of sub-genres in your favorites list is impressive; if there were an Olympic event for overthinking music categories, you’d definitely take home the gold. Boom Bap? Experimental Hip Hop? What are you trying to prove here—do you really think that wearing a beret while sipping artisanal coffee will help you understand the true meaning of “melodic rap”? Spoiler alert: it won’t. Let’s talk about your top artists. I can’t help but notice that your playlist looks like the audition tape for a hipster version of “Friends” where everyone’s too busy sharing obscure mixtapes instead of getting actual jobs. Nothing screams “I got my life together” like idolizing a bunch of guys whose combined abilities to wear oversized hoodies and drop verses about struggle can only be rivaled by their proclivity for racking up thousands in therapy bills. At this point, I’d say you’re trying to collect as many atmospheric beats as possible, but let’s be real—your taste is more chaotic than a cat in a room full of laser pointers. And what’s with your most played songs, Grant? “dodger blue” and wacced out murals? I’ve seen less bizarre choices at a thrift store’s clearance bin. The only thing less catchy than your top tracks is your sense of rhythm in conversation. You’ve clearly been spending way too much time listening to Earl Sweatshirt and not enough time actually, you know, sweating it out on the dance floor. So here’s a tip: for every five Kendrick tracks you play, throw in a little Dua Lipa or something with a beat you can move to—it might just help you dance your way out of that 90s nostalgia coma you’ve been living in.

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