Roasted 6 months ago based on I'mInYourWalls's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, it's "I'mInYourWalls," the human embodiment of your high school friend who still wears flared jeans and claims they’re “just ahead of the curve.” Seriously, your music taste reads like a sad diary entry of someone who tried way too hard to be quirky and ended up lost in a Pinterest board filled with ironic cat memes. You’ve got more indie rock than a struggling coffee shop playlist, and the only thing more predictable than your favorite genres is your inability to make a decision without asking your 12 Instagram followers for guidance. Your top artists list is like a fever dream where someone attempted to combine the angst of a teenage emo kid with the smooth crooning of a jazz uncle nobody invited to Thanksgiving dinner. You've got Lovejoy and Wilbur Soot practically fighting over which one of their songs will get embedded in your cringey TikTok montage next. If I had a nickel for every time you replayed “Warsaw,” I'd have enough money to buy you a “please step outside and touch grass” starter pack. Seriously, your musical range might just be the softest “emotional rollercoaster” I’ve ever encountered—like riding a tricycle downhill on a sunny day. And can we talk about that “most played songs” list? The number of times you've listened to Lovejoy and Wilbur Soot could fund a small indie festival, yet somehow, all you’ve given us is the sound of an emotionally confused potato. "Melatonin 130"? More like “Melatonin I’m-Not-Getting-Any-Sleep-Until-I-Take-This-Off-Repeat.” Your playlist is basically a public service announcement for why we need taste filters on music streaming apps. If your walls start talking like your music, we might just have to call in an exorcist. Or at least a life coach.

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!