Roasted 2 days ago based on Santana's long term Spotify stats.

Oh Santana, your Spotify profile reads like a mix tape your parents made for their last road trip. You're all over the place! Pop and alternative rock? Sure, if your self-identity is just "I can’t pick a lane!" And let’s not even get started on your "Bedroom Pop" genre—what a way to announce to the world, "I've never left my house without a comforter wrapped around me!" Garage rock? More like your life is one long 'work-in-progress' jam session that desperately needs to be mixed down. Your top artists look like a karaoke menu that's been curated by someone still figuring out what ~real~ music is. ABBA and Kanye West? Bold choice—like wearing Crocs to a black-tie gala. And if I had a nickel for every indie artist you stan, I’d have enough cash to fly you somewhere to get some real artists in your life, rather than this poor man's poison you've mistaken for good taste. Seriously, with "The Red Army Choir" making the cut, I'm half-expecting you to drop an album of espionage-infused cornball ballads. And let’s address those most played songs—who hurt you? Going from “Good Luck, Babe!” to “Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves” is like having a panic attack in a candy store before realizing you’re allergic to sweets! Do you not own a single happy song? Because judging by this playlist, your mood swings must resemble a weather report in a tropical storm. I get it, you're eclectic. But at this point, even Spotify thinks you just have a really confused musical identity crisis. Get it together, Santana—it’s either the tracklist or your life, just pick one that actually makes sense!

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