Roasted 2 years ago based on Praise Egbule's long term Spotify stats.

Praise Egbule, your Spotify profile is like a mood ring: it changes colors but ultimately reveals an identity crisis. With an obsession for pop melodies and Afrobeats, it’s like your ears couldn't decide whether to hit up a Sunday church service or dance in a Lagos club. Seriously, how do you go from Naija Worship to indie pop rap? It’s like being in a buffet where you can’t decide if you want fried rice or avocado toast—pick a lane, buddy! Let’s talk about your "Top Artists." Billie Eilish could probably use a restraining order at this point. Do you really need to listen to "SKINNY" on repeat to justify that TikTok workout you never do? And Jon Bellion must be praying for your streaming habits; otherwise, he might think he's got a stalker when his Spotify numbers skyrocket every time you shuffle through your playlist. Meanwhile, poor Adele is just rolling her eyes—your heartfelt cries of “Hello, it’s me” are probably giving her PTSD at this point. And as for your most played songs, your vibe assessment is more confused than a kid trying to learn to ride a bike while balancing an ice cream cone. “What Was I Made For?” screams a classic struggle against existential dread while you’re shuffling to “Heat Waves” like a romance gone wrong. Seriously, get yourself a therapist who specializes in playlist identity—and maybe tone down the "I only listen to female artists" routine before you drown in your own dramatic feels.

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