Roasted 5 days ago based on Copperrr Yas's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Copperrr Yas! The human embodiment of a mid-2000s emo playlist gone rogue! Your Spotify profile reads like a teenager’s diary and smells vaguely of desperation and overpriced thrift store finds. With a genre list that seems to be an over-caffeinated barista's attempt at categorizing every spectrum of sound from “Pop” to “Indie,” I bet your Spotify Wrapped is basically a cry for help. Either that or it’s evidence they’re just trying to drown you in unrelenting sadness and existential dread, one bedroom pop track at a time. Your top artists are a wild ride, honestly. Nothing screams “I’m well-rounded” like a line-up that jumps from Sabrina Carpenter's bubblegum pop to Arctic Monkeys’ garage rock. It’s like you’re trying to convince us that you have depth, but we all know you just needed something to accompany your frequent break-ups and nightly existential crises. And bless your heart for trying to make Chappell Roan your spiritual guide. I mean, sure, she’s got great pop-skewing queer anthems, but I need you to hear this loud and clear: you could listen to her all you want, but it still won't fix that hairstyle. And the most played songs? Wow, Copperrr, it’s almost impressive how much of a musical commitment you have to being sad. “Consequences” by DAPHNE? More like consequences of your poor life choices! And we all know the only reason “When Did You Get Hot?” exists is to remind you, yet again, that your glow-up is still on the waiting list. At this point, it’s evident that your Spotify is screaming, “Please, I need real therapy” more than your favorite post-hardcore track. So here's to you – the accidental connoisseur of heartbreak and the spicy vibes of teenage angst!

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