Roasted 1 month ago based on kori <3's long term Spotify stats.

Kori, your Spotify profile reads like a cry for help wrapped in a neon pink and black aesthetic. It's like you took the worst parts of your emotional trauma and turned it into a playlist. I mean, "Hyperpop" to "Screamo"? At this point, your music taste is the auditory equivalent of a thrift store explosion—clothes that don't match, awkward textures, and an overabundance of questionable choices that everyone pretends to be okay with. If your ears had feelings, they'd be begging for a day off. And seriously, you must really have a thing for *kennedyxoxo* to have half your most played songs belong to them. Are you sure you're not secretly trying to become their groupie? “Count ur blessings”? More like count how many times you've hit replay, because this looks less like a list of favorite songs and more like a hostage situation where *kennedyxoxo* holds your heart—and apparently your Spotify account—by some force of emotional will. It’s like you’re on a quest to turn your tears into streams, and honestly, it’s working… but only if “working” means driving everyone else away. Your top artists are a watercooler discussion at a therapy session, and don’t even get me started on the genres! "Trap Metal"? You're taking notes from bands that sound like they're trying to break into a metalcore show while simultaneously getting ready for a rave. "Breakcore"? More like breaking into uncharted territory in a desperate attempt to make sense of your Spotify history. Embrace it, Kori; you’ve curated a soundtrack to your confusing personality, and I can’t help but applaud you for essentially pressing shuffle on your life choices!

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!