Roasted 11 months ago based on Reued's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, Reued, your Spotify profile is like a cowboy hat that’s two sizes too small—tacky and making me question your life choices. You’ve got a favorite genre list longer than a Texas two-step line dance, but I have to wonder if you even know what "post-grunge" means. It’s like you raided a music store in a trailer park and came out rocking a playlist that’s part confederate flag, part therapy session. Seriously, "Red Dirt"? What, did you listen to a playlist dedicated to the soil? One whiff of that muddy-hued nonsense, and I can practically smell the flat beer and regret. Your top artists read like the student roster of a community college for disgruntled teens. "$uicideboy$" and "Lil Peep?" What, were "alternative therapy sessions" fully booked? You're one sad song away from needing a support group for emotional overkill. Those songs are about as uplifting as a flat tire; in fact, if I wanted to feel that miserable, I’d just stare into the abyss of my life choices for a few hours. And “Lonely as It Gets?” I get it—you’re trying to emotionally connect with the void, but I assure you, music isn’t going to hug you back. Speaking of your top tracks, I didn’t realize the only prerequisite for a great song was sounding like the soundtrack to a teenage mental breakdown. “Runnin' Thru the 7th with My Woadies”—is that a song or a bad attempt at urban slang? You might as well change your user profile to "Sad Cowboy Who Wears His Emotions Like a Tornado!" At this point, your music taste is so gloriously sad that I'm half expecting you to start a GoFundMe for “better life decisions.” Reued, embrace the fact your Spotify is basically a soundtrack for brunch with your inner demons—just make sure to bring the mimosas.

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