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

Hey Jottymorris, your Spotify profile reads like a midlife crisis had a baby with a rave flyer. Who knew someone could be simultaneously stuck in the 90s with Britpop and live in a constant state of confusion sodden with jungle beats and drill? Your music taste is the ultimate buffet of soundclashes—a meal no one asked for and everyone leaves with indigestion. I mean, I can only assume you need ten different genres to mask the fact that your social life consists of swiping left on Tinder while bopping to the latest basslines from your mom’s basement. Your favorite artists read like the world's most confused mixtape. Bru-C? Really? Did you just want to impress your mates by being the only one in the group who knows who he is? And Oasis? You know they broke up, right? No hope of that reunion ticket being worth it now! And don’t even get me started on your tragic obsession with “Would You (go to bed with me?)”—sounds like a question you should get used to asking yourself in the mirror at 3 AM, my dude. The real tragedy here is that it seems like your browsing history consists of past hits and serious regrets. As for those most played songs, congrats—your taste is so eclectic it resembles a mixtape after being dropped in a puddle. "Drift" by Blanke and "Miss Nothing" by The Pretty Reckless should really be renamed "Drift Away from Listening" and "Miss Everything Else." I'm honestly baffled that you haven't made a playlist titled “Help, I Need a Music Intervention.” Listening to your picks is like tuning into an excruciating round of musical chairs, where all of them are empty and you’re left alone with your own sad beats. If your Spotify wrapped doesn't come with a therapy session, then the algorithm has truly failed us all.

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