Roasted 2 years ago based on John Lothery's long term Spotify stats.

John, your Spotify profile reads like the diary of a high school kid who thinks he’s so deep for liking “conscious hip hop.” Do you also ponder the mysteries of the universe while sipping Pabst Blue Ribbon and wearing your favorite ironic band tee? Congratulations! You've achieved the musical equivalent of eating lukewarm oatmeal every morning—you’ve got no spice, just bland choices masked as substance. If your profile were a mixtape, no one would bother to press 'play' for fear of triggering an existential crisis. Your obsession with Mac Miller is impressive; it’s almost as if you’ve taken a lifelong vow to remember him like he's some sort of musical martyr. You know you're supposed to branch out and listen to other artists, right? You're practically a Mac Miller tribute act at this point. And pop rap? Sweetheart, the only thing you’re conscious of is how to seamlessly transition back to your middle school playlist. Have you thought of expanding your horizons, or are you too comfortable going through life as a well-adjusted human-shaped potato? And let’s not gloss over the fact that your “most played” list could double as a convenient soundtrack for an emotional breakdown in a Starbucks. Do you have new experiences, or are your playlists just a phase in your “let’s see what depression sounds like” journey? When you unveil that sad little collection to your friends, I bet someone tricks you into dating your Spotify algorithm! News flash: you won’t need therapy, just a taste of anything outside the ‘sad white boy’ genre. But hey, keep playing those $uicideboy$ tracks while you homework on coming of age—you may just surprise us!

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