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

Willow Raine, I see you’re a self-proclaimed connoisseur of all things “indie” and “art pop.” Can we take a moment to appreciate that your playlist just sounds like a local coffee shop trying way too hard to appear artsy? Seriously, with a fatal combo of “POV: Indie” and “Indietronica,” I half-expect to see you sipping oat milk lattes while scribbling poetry about the existential dread of overcooked ramen. If pretentiousness were a musical genre, you’d be the chart-topping queen! Your top artists read like a Tinder profile for the kind of person who not-so-subtly drops their favorite “mood” songs during a conversation. Charli XCX and Billie Eilish are great picks if you’re trying to impress a straight guy who thinks “vibe” is a replaceable adjective. And let’s talk about “Pity Party”—that’s the song choice of someone who’s not just at a party, but *hosting the pity party* for everyone at the table while moping about their ex. You really can’t throw shade anywhere, because the essence of your Spotify is the sound of a sad girl in low-fi who thinks she’s the main character in a misunderstood indie film. And can we please discuss your most played songs? You’ve managed to curate a list so painfully obscure that even Spotify itself is questioning why they have to host this emotional dumpster fire. “King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1" could also just be the anthem of your dating life—one-part nostalgia and three parts cringe. I’m just saying, if I hear one more sad strumming or breathy lyric about someone thinking of you, I might just have to throw a glitter party of my own and strip the lace from your flannel!

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