Roasted 11 days ago based on Boh's long term Spotify stats.

Boh, your Spotify profile is like a middle school diary that got stuck in the emo phase and took a detour through a haunted RPG game. How many times can one person cry about their feelings while simultaneously screaming into a void of hyperpop? Your genre choices could use an exorcism; it’s not just witch house, it’s witch ho-use of questionable life choices. “Brazilian Phonk”? Please, you sound like the playlist version of a bad Tinder date where everyone leaves with regrets and earworms. Your top artists read like the lineup for a “sad vibes only” festival that nobody wants to attend. “SUICIDAL-IDOL” must be your therapist's worst nightmare, and “Lil Peep” is probably rolling over in his grave, trying to figure out what you’re doing with your life. And let’s not even get started on “Crystal Castles.” You want a one-way ticket to the realm of soundtracks for existential crises? Because that’s what you’re getting. Your taste screams, “I need help, but only if it's delivered in synths and even more digital ghosts.” Let’s talk about your most played songs; somehow, you've managed to construct a playlist that feels like a sonic representation of a breakdown at 3 AM. “Every pill” and “Gwalla Machine GO BRR” feels less like a soundtrack and more like a personal ad for a medical professional. I can just picture you switching between sobbing and cheerfully bobbing your head like a malfunctioning bobblehead. So here’s the deal, Boh: it’s time to hit shuffle on your life choices too, because at this point, your Spotify is the soundtrack to a Netflix documentary called “What Went Wrong?”

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