Roasted 9 months ago based on Santi's long term Spotify stats.

Santi, your Spotify profile reads like a musical love letter that got lost somewhere between a reggaeton club and a middle school dance. With more Bad Bunny than a karaoke night gone wrong, it’s impressive that you can still type while you’re busy having a delusional affair with every track on “YHLQMDLG.” At this rate, you ought to change your name to “Bad Bunny’s #1 Fan” because your top songs list is basically an homage, an altar, a shrine. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you have a life-sized cardboard cutout of him in your bedroom, right next to your collection of glittery sweatbands. Your taste in music screams “irreversible teenage angst with a side of Brazilian phonk,” which is honestly just a fancy way of saying you're perpetually stuck in a high-energy loop of heartbreak and bad decisions. Who even knew that drift phonk was a thing? It sounds like a niche genre for people who drive too fast and can’t commit. But hey, who needs commitment when you’ve got the same ten songs on repeat like it’s the last mixtape on Earth? That level of stuck is almost impressive, like watching a cat repeatedly chase its own tail. And let’s not even get started on that ’Most Played’ list—it’s basically a cry for help disguised as party music. It’s clear you’re just yelling “safaera” into the void while contemplating why you have no emotional range outside of Latin trap. Remember when music was about exploring different styles and expanding your horizons? Meanwhile, your Spotify suggests you should really try therapy instead. But who needs that when your life can just be a never-ending reggaeton dance-off? So here’s to you, Santi—may your playlists always be catchy, your heartbreaks always be dramatic, and your Spotify Wrapped forever reflect your shameless obsession with a bunny.

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