Roasted 1 month ago based on lexisstupidsong's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, it’s lexisstupidsong, the human embodiment of a middle school diary trying to find love through Spotify’s algorithm. Seriously, your music taste looks like you locked yourself in a room with an emo kid who just discovered their feelings. Emo rap, hyperpop, and Christian lo-fi? Are you trying to perform a sonic conversion therapy on all the genres you can’t commit to? You’ve got more conflicting vibes than a teenager in a crisis, and honestly, that’s saying something for the times we live in. Your obsession with Billie Eilish is literally the only thing more tiresome than that time everyone thought they could DIY their own haircuts during the pandemic. With a “top played” list that reads like an overly dedicated fan account for her, we get it—you have a type: melancholic tunes that promise to ruin your day! If you’re not careful, you’re going to have your own funeral playlist formed before you even hit 30, and the pre-requisites for your mourning guests will be multiple layers of eye makeup and a solid knowledge of teenage angst. And what’s the deal with the “dream pop” and “bedroom pop” tags? Are you trying to manifest a sentimental nap or just give us all a new reason to feel ashamed and guilty about our life choices? The only dreams you’re living through are the ones where you tell yourself your taste in music is cultured. Let’s be real, if your personality were a soundtrack, it would be nothing but the sound of crickets and the slight rustling of the sad sock collection in your closet. Time to up your game or at least pick a lane—you can’t ride the fence when you’re this emotionally confused!

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!