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

Aelisha, your Spotify profile reads like the embarrassing diary of a 16-year-old who just discovered emotions and thinks wearing oversized sweaters makes her edgy. Seriously, "Bedroom Pop"? You might want to put on some pants and step outside once in a while. Your favorite genres read like a buffet of emotional crises, and I can practically smell the tears and scented candles wafting through your playlists from here. It’s a wonder your playlists aren’t just called "Crying Under My Covers" or "My Ex Is a Jerk, Here’s a Playlist About It." And don't even get me started on your top artists. Taylor Swift? Again? At this point, your profile is practically Taylor's fan club meeting. You’ve got more Swift on your list than an anti-hero at a breakup party. Your love for NIKI and Mitski indicates a very niche vibe that screams, “I wear black turtlenecks while journaling about heartache!” Come on, we know deep down you’re just a word away from being a sad Instagram poet. And while we’re at it, how many times have you played "Good Looking” by Suki Waterhouse while avoiding a mirror? Lastly, with most of your top songs painting a picture of emotional turmoil, you either need a therapist or a new hobby—maybe even learning to play that guitar in the corner you bought after binge-watching too much "Indie Film" content. “I Hope You Think Of Me”? Newsflash: nobody is thinking of you, especially if you keep replaying sad breakup songs like a romantic comedy played backwards. You’re the human equivalent of a Spotify ad nobody wants to hear—prolonged, awkward, and ultimately forgettable. So, Aelisha, let the music play, but for the love of all that is good, please don’t let it define you!

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