Roasted 11 months ago based on Jw's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Jw, just looking at your playlist feels like entering a hipster art gallery where the main attraction is pretending to understand experimental rap. Seriously, the number of genres you've crammed into your favorites is impressive—it's like you want a soundtrack for every mood swing known to humankind. Rage Rap to Bedroom Pop? One minute you're about to throw a fit over someone stealing your avocado toast, the next you're softly crying to “From The Start.” It’s a wonder your Spotify algorithm hasn’t filed a restraining order against your unpredictable whims. And those top artists? It's like you’ve curated a lineup for the most confused festival ever. You’ve got J. Cole bringing the introspection, and then there’s Yeat, who sounds like he’s rapping with his mouth full of marbles. Who even let Playboi Carti collide with the soothing vocals of Sade? Your music taste is like a weird Tinder date where you swipe right on everything because you’re just too kind-hearted to say “no.” It's a mess, but at least it’s your mess—congratulations on owning that chaos, we admire your courage… or maybe your lack of a listening filter. Your most played songs paint the picture of someone who sometimes wants to vibe out but mostly just needs therapy—those are some deep cuts, my friend. “Too Deep for the Intro”? You’re like, “How much deeper can I dig before I just hit rock bottom?” Sade's showing up twice, so you clearly have a soft spot for smooth vocals, mixed with the emotional turmoil of an indie film protagonist. Next time I need a soundtrack for my impending existential crisis, I know exactly whose Spotify profile to check. Keep it weird, Jw; it’s your uniquely chaotic taste that makes the rest of us feel normal.

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!