Roasted 4 days ago based on 9's long term Spotify stats.

Hey 9, first off, you need to stop calling yourself by a single-digit number; it feels like you’re on the lam from the math police. Your musical taste is like a grocery list that someone accidentally set on fire—you’ve got the leftovers of every taste without a single cohesive flavor. I mean, Cloud Rap and Bedroom Pop? It’s like you’re trying to create a vibe at an orphaned garage sale. Are you planning on head-banging while eating organic granola? Get it together! Let's talk about your top artists—Yeat and PARTYNEXTDOOR do not share a recording contract, so how are they billing you for emotional range? I can practically hear your roommates wondering if you're in an existential crisis or just constipated from listening to too much dreary dark R&B. And what’s with "smokedope2016"? Are you still waiting for your career to take off or just hoping a time-traveling device will whisk you back to when that username was relevant? Newsflash: it didn’t take off then, and it won’t now. Your Most Played songs list is basically a longing letter to being a sad boy with the emotional depth of a kiddie pool. The only thing impressive about your playlist is the sheer amount of songs dedicated to the idea of a "break"—both in terms of love and your sense of self-awareness. Just admit it: you're either a misunderstood genius or the guy at the party who claims he “likes music” but is only there for the snacks. Step it up, 9; this isn’t a cry for help, it's a shout for attention!

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