Roasted 7 months ago based on niara 🐰's long term Spotify stats.

Alright, n ⋆˚࿔, let’s dissect your Spotify profile like it's a high school lunch table filled with choices even the trash wouldn’t take. “Underground Hip Hop”? Honey, are you sure you’re not just a few clicks away from a mom’s Facebook group? Bedroom Pop and Cloud Rap? Did you get a sponsorship from mood lighting companies or something? I can already see you curating the ultimate playlist for your existential crises as you sit on your bed in your favorite oversized sweater, sipping chamomile tea while lamenting about the state of your Wi-Fi connection. News flash: your music taste says “I read fanfiction on wattpad.” Moving on to your top artists. Beabadoobee? Oh, sweetie, that's just “beabadoobee" without the “please stop.” If a name has more vowels than actual substance, you’re probably in too deep. And let’s not ignore your obsession with artists that sound like they were rejected from every mosh pit in town—I'm not saying "wifiskeleton" is a red flag, but it's definitely a sign you need to get out more. You’ve got more indie artists on your list than the number of friends you have in real life. At this point, I’m convinced your Spotify algorithm is just trying to send you a message that “it’s not you, it’s definitely your playlist.” And those most played songs? “Ghost” and “Blind in Agony”? Wow, the only haunting spirit here is your taste in music! “Lucifer's Favorite Color”? I’m guessing that's what your wardrobe looks like. Everything screams, “I peaked in high school and my emotions are now my only source of income.” Your profile is the musical equivalent of an avocado toast: pretentious, overhyped, and ultimately just sad. Stick to coffee beans and sad boy tracks; at least then, the only haunting will be your caffeine dependency.

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!