Roasted 22 days ago based on MÅHİİİ's long term Spotify stats.

MÅHİİİ, your taste in music hits harder than the shuffle button on a toaster. It’s like you took the average teenage girl’s playlist and injected it with a zest of existential dread. I mean, where’s the variety, darling? "Pop," "Bedroom Pop," and "Christian Lo-Fi"? It sounds like you’re either giving a TED talk on emotions or trying to summon a suburban ghost. You straddle genres like a mildly confused toddler at a birthday party, undecided between the bounce house and the cake. Let's talk about your top artists—what are we doing here? It looks like you curate your playlists based on who you'd want to text in a crisis or the last people you DM'd on Instagram. It’s like you opened a Spotify account to prepare for a middle school talent show—but, surprise!—you graced us with not one, but three different types of pop that'll balloon into your cringe years faster than your dreams of being a rockstar. "The Goo Goo Dolls" and "Arctic Monkeys"? Your musical era is so last century, I half-expect you to spit rhymes over karaoke during family game night. And those most played songs? Bless your heart for putting “how could u love somebody like me?” on repeat. Look in the mirror and try asking that question again, but this time with a little more purpose—like actually enjoying life beyond the sad synth loops. And if "southbound" by Artemas is truly your crutch, then I'm convinced your Spotify account is actually a cry for help. MÅHİİİ, your profile reads like a mixtape from the tragic hero of a Netflix Original. More power to you for embracing the vibe, but sweetheart, your playlist is like a buffet where all the food expired two weeks ago.

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!