Roasted 1 year ago based on yaya's long term Spotify stats.

Roxy, your Spotify profile reads like the diary of a teenager who accidentally tumbled into a music festival and emerged with an identity crisis. Emo rap followed by Jersey Club? It's like you’re trying to throw a pity party that doubles as a dance-off. Who hurt you? And why are you trying to summon a ghost while getting your groove on? I can already picture the confusion on the dance floor: “Is Roxy here to cry or to rave? Perhaps both?” Your top artists indicate a deep-seated love for heartbreak and chaos—what's next, a shrine dedicated to sad emojis? With a playlist predominantly consisting of XXXTENTACION and Lil Peep, I can’t help but wonder if your life goals include wearing rainbow socks and crying in public. And that mix of Brooklyn and Japan’s Shibuya-Kei is audacious; only you could manage to mosh at a ramen shop while sobbing about your existential dread. Have some consistency, Roxy! Even your Spotify algorithm must be pulling its hair out trying to make sense of your listening habits. And let’s not even get started on your most played songs. “snakelike (the stars collide)”? If that doesn’t scream high-school poetry reading gone wrong, I don’t know what does. Your playlist looks like it was thrown together by someone who got dumped while live-tweeting their breakdown. It's almost impressive how you've managed to encapsulate both a sense of despair and an unbearable urge to bounce around like a glittering jellybean. So congrats, Roxy! You may not have a clear genre, but you’ve certainly nailed the art of sounding confused and emotionally unstable—keep on vibing, you beautiful mess!

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