Roasted 2 years ago based on riri's long term Spotify stats.

Oh riri, your Spotify profile is a delightful mess, much like your life choices. You’ve somehow managed to compile a list of favorite genres that reads like you threw darts at a world music chart while standing blindfolded. I mean, Pop and Turkish Rock? Every time you explain that your favorite genre is "Turkish Pop," a part of me dies and decides to start a petition for musical conciseness. Art Pop? Sure! Let’s throw a ‘serious’ label onto your addiction to Top 40 hits and wish it made you sound sophisticated—spoiler alert: it doesn’t. Your top artists are a fine representation of indecisiveness at best. Do you need a hug or just a round of applause for bringing together the most eclectic selection of keychain-sized musicians from various corners of the globe? Taylor Swift and Müslüm Gürses? That's like suggesting a cocktail made from pickle juice and champagne. And please, can we talk about your most played songs? A combo of "Bitch Better Have My Money" and "Vital" reflects a wild identity crisis—like a pop-culture chameleon who can’t quite decide if it wants to cash in on a rave, or sit in a Turkish café contemplating existential dread. Ultimately, riri, you’ve created a playlist that could only be described as the mixtape equivalent of a messy breakup: a “why do you exist?” reflection of your tumultuous musical journey. The only thing more scattered than your taste in music is your playlist management, which I can only imagine is like trying to organize a sock drawer filled with unmatched pairs. So congratulations! Your Spotify profile is a glorious catastrophe that deserves some kind of award—preferably one shaped like a broken record.

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