Roasted 6 months ago based on debbie's long term Spotify stats.

Deborah, with a Spotify profile like yours, it's like you threw a dart at a map of genres and ended up in a confused maze of musical identity. R&B, alternative R&B, dark R&B, and trap soul? Girl, are you trying to create the soundtrack to your existential crisis? I didn’t realize you were the queen of emotional rollercoasters—especially when paired with that creeping side of K-Pop. Just when I think you’re settling into a jam, you hit me with a worship song, like “Oh, my ears are blessed!” but also “Help me find my way back to sanity.” And let’s not even talk about your top artists. It’s like you decided to make a hipster bingo card and filled every square. I get it, you love certified sad boys like Jeremy Zucker and EDEN—because nothing screams maturity like a man who sings about heartbreak while wearing a beanie. And then there's Drake, a true connoisseur of emotional instability and questionable choices. You, my dear, have constructed a playlist that is one “Hotline Bling” away from a therapy session. I can just hear your Spotify shuffling through tracks and whispering: "You’re still not over your ex, are you?" As for your most played songs, can we take a moment to appreciate that “Fuck The Pain Away” is somehow your anthem? You really went there, huh? Not even the subtlety of “Body Dysmorphia” could save you from this mess. Your music choices seem like an elaborate narrative that screams, “I’m still figuring life out!” I mean, who knew you could have so many favorite songs while avoiding any that promote actual happiness? But hey, at least you’re consistent in wallowing—your Spotify should come with a warning label: “Caution: Listening may lead to excessive introspection, questionable decisions, and a strong existential urge to call your ex.”

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