Roasted 1 month ago based on A13xx's long term Spotify stats.

A13xx, huh? Your Spotify profile is like a bad haircut: confusing, and it’s taking way too long to grow out of it. You’ve amassed an eclectic collection of playlists that feels more like a teenager’s diary than a taste in music. French rap? Emo rap? I get it, you got a lot of feelings, but nobody wants to hear your inner turmoil expressed through a soundtrack of clouds and sadness. Seriously, with all these genres, even your music must be confused about what vibe to give off. Are you going to cry while binging on croissants or just mosh in the rain? And, let's talk about your top artists – what is this list? It reads like a high schooler's "cool kid" lunch table, with Lil Peep and Post Malone mainlining angst while WWE blares in the background. I know you think you're going deep with the emo rap, but newsflash: nobody's going to take you seriously when you're bumping "WWE" like it’s a legitimate musical entity. Is “Save That Shit” supposed to be a life motto? Because if we take anything away from your favorites, it’s that you really need a hobby outside of streaming late-night heartbreak playlists. Your most played songs are a veritable "how to have an emotional breakdown” guide, and I can’t tell if it’s cathartic or just plain embarrassing. Every time you hit "play" on "Two Faced," do you take a long, hard look in the mirror and ask yourself, "Is this what I’ve become?" With every wailed lyric from "witchblades," you drive home the fact that you might need some therapy. So, dear A13xx, keep the sad tunes coming, just remember to turn them down a bit when your mom walks in – no need for her to hear you sob while simultaneously rooting for Louis C.K. in “WWE.”

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