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

Roy, if your music taste were a flavor, it would be a very confused smoothie made of overripe bananas, a dash of desperation, and a sprinkle of "I just got dumped." You’ve somehow managed to gather more genres than friends, and the real tragedy is that it hasn't brewed a single original thought. You’ve turned gaffe-filled playlists into an art form, showcasing your inability to commit to any vibe for more than five seconds. Listening to your Spotify is like a chaotic trip through a multi-colored carnival gone wrong — loud, flashy, and awkwardly unsettling. When you pull out a top artist list that features as many hyperactive pop girls as there are colors in a Lisa Frank folder, we can only assume your attention span is on par with a goldfish. Doja Cat must be paying you rent at this point since they occupy your playlist like it’s their personal housing project. And of course, you've thrown in some Latin flavor to make it seem like you're cultured while still simultaneously whining about your feelings like a teenager in a Netflix rom-com. Seriously, Roy, one moment you’re vibing with “Get Into It (Yuh),” and the next you’re crying over “Ain’t Shit.” What’s the mood here? I’m exhausted just trying to keep track. Your top songs read like a diary of bad relationships, with a side of “I can’t decide if I want to be a fierce pop star or just get over my ex.” Between the hyperpop chaos and Bedroom Pop that sounds like it was recorded on a potato, it’s as if you’re embodying the musical equivalent of an existential crisis. So here's a thought: maybe switch it up a bit, Roy. Stop seeking validation from your Spotify algorithm and start living your life with the same vigor you bring to your playlists — or at least get a better Wi-Fi signal so you can search for better music!

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!