Roasted 1 year ago based on Ray's long term Spotify stats.

Ray, your Spotify profile reads like a middle school diary with a musical score. Seriously, where’s the edge? Ranging from emo to musicals and a sprinkle of Christian hip hop, it’s like your playlist went through an identity crisis and couldn’t decide if it wanted to be the tortured artist or the choir boy. Your love for emo and pop-punk suggests you still think it’s 2006 and you’re sitting in your room writing lyrics about how nobody understands you—except, well, nobody actually does anymore. Let’s talk about your top artists, which is basically a ticket to the “I’m Unapologetically Sad” convention. You’re rocking a lineup that screams, “I wore all black to my mom’s birthday dinner.” From My Chemical Romance to Billie Eilish, it looks like you missed the memo that there are other genres out there! I get it, there’s a longing for depth, but what’s your excuse for Alec Benjamin? Has your heart been broken by someone with a paper mache personality? Please tell me you don’t think Taylor Swift is your emotional support animal. Your most played songs look like the soundtrack for a series of unfortunate events. Let’s break it down: “I WISH I COULD HATE YOU FOR BREAKING ME AND CALLING IT LOVE”? Wow, Ray, even your song titles need therapy. And who knew you could stretch the definition of "music" to include Bo Burnham just screaming about life? You’re cranking up angst like gas prices in a recession. So here’s a friendly suggestion: add a few bangers to your sad boy summer playlist; it might just save you from sobbing into your cereal at 3 a.m.

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