Roasted 23 days ago based on Tobiáš Pernický's long term Spotify stats.

Tobiáš Pernický, huh? The only person I know who could turn a Spotify profile into the world's longest mixtape dedicated to one man’s tragically overinflated ego. I’ve seen more variety in a cardboard box than your taste in music. First we have a "Phonk" genre that sounds like what you get when a blender and a rapper go head-to-head in a duel of terrible decisions. And Brazilian Phonk? Please. You’re just trying to be unique while managing to sound as basic as the rest of us, proving once again that you can attach "Brazilian" to anything and it still tastes like instant ramen. Your top artists read like a pubescent playlist scraped off a middle schooler's cringey laptop—look at you, flexing with *Imagine Dragons* right next to *Kanye West*. This isn't a music catalogue; it's an identity crisis on steroids. If I had a dollar for every time you played "Good Morning" or "All Falls Down," I could fund a therapy session for your obvious need for Kanye's validation. With more plays on those tracks than some of his own hits, it’s like you’ve been attending a nonstop fan club for a man who would probably forget your name unless you’re handing him cash. And let's not overlook those “top tracks” that scream insecurity louder than a middle schooler at a talent show. You’re just a few more Kanye songs away from a restraining order, buddy. I mean, when your playlist is basically a Kanye West tribute album with some scattered memos to *JAŸ-Z* and a couple of Britpop throwbacks (because why not mix complete chaos with nostalgia?), you might as well print a t-shirt that says, “I’m an overzealous music nerd with commitment issues.” Keep it up, Tobiáš. At this rate, I expect your next Spotify update to be a heartwarming ballad dedicated to the sound of one hand clapping.

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