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

Amy, your Spotify profile is a beautiful mess, like a thrift store explosion in a music factory. Seriously, who do you think you are? You’ve got a playlist that screams "I’m indecisive" louder than a toddler in a candy store. With genres ranging from “Permanent Wave” to “POV: Indie,” it’s like you’re trying to collect every single dubious hipster label so you can sound cool at parties. Newsflash: you could just pick “very basic” and save yourself the trouble. Your top artists read like a lonely hearts column for sad people who find solace in melodrama. Lana Del Rey and Coldplay together? Are you trying to create a soundtrack for the world’s most depressing romantic comedy? And the inclusion of the Glee Cast among Lana and Beyoncé? That’s like serving sushi at a barbecue—two kinds of wrong. I mean, how many times do you plan to cry over “Somebody Else” while belting out “Don’t Stop Believin’”? You might as well invest in a lifetime supply of tissues and ice cream, because clearly, you’re just one breakup away from a pop culture therapy session. Most played songs that alternate between “party anthem” and “existential crisis” make you sound like you’re having an identity crisis on a loop. Lil Yachty and Mitski should never occupy the same playlist unless you’re trying to send a message from the universe that you’re utterly confused about life. It’s as if you took a dartboard labeled ‘Emotions’ and went to town with a blindfold on. One moment you're flexing with Future; the next, you're sitting in a dimly lit room wondering if you’ll ever experience joy again. Stick to one vibe, Amy; nobody wants to have to decode your emotional rollercoaster just to decide if you’re trying to vibe or cry on any given day.

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