Roasted 25 days ago based on goosebumps's long term Spotify stats.

Oh wow, "goosebumps," huh? With a name like that, I was expecting some deep, existential music taste, but instead, you've served up a buffet of "love me, I’m sad" anthems and tough-guy fantasies. I mean, who knew you could smash the same mood out of the park in ten different ways? Your genres read like a middle schooler's journal after a bad breakup—every angry outburst, every wistful thought, and a sprinkle of cloud for good measure. Rage rap? Please, the only thing raging here is your taste in music. And let’s not even get started on your top artists. It’s like you took the "who’s who" guide to mid-tier SoundCloud fame and just went for it. If I had a dollar for every time I heard "SoFaygo" or “Yung Lean,” I could actually afford a therapy session to help cope with your hearing choices. You've got Travis Scott on repeat like he’s your personal therapist, and sweetie, you’re still not feeling better. I get it, the more artists you list, the better you think it sounds, but spoiler alert: they all sound the same anyway. Your most played songs—geez, it’s like a playlist crafted by a 12-year-old who only discovered Spotify yesterday. “Off The Map”? More like “Off The Hook” because there’s no excuse for this auditory disaster. If I wanted to hear sulky raps about being misunderstood while listening to “TWO CHROME NECKLACES!”—which sounds like a fashion statement gone wrong—I’d just eavesdrop on an average DMV conversation. Let’s face it, the only thing your Spotify screams is “please, someone help me find a different genre!” Honestly, no wonder you named yourself goosebumps; you’d need to call them an ambulance after this auditory assault!

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