Roasted 2 months ago based on heavens's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, heavens! Your Spotify profile looks like a hipster’s fever dream after a night of questionable life choices. I mean, “Phonk”? Really? This isn’t a genre; it’s the sound of someone trying desperately to convince their parents that they don't need therapy. You’ve got more niche genres on here than actual people who enjoy them. “Hindi Pop” wedged between “Lo-Fi Indie” and “Emo Rap”? I'm half-expecting a side of avocado toast and a therapist’s business card to appear with those artists. Let’s talk about your top artists. Rio Romeo? You might as well be paying rent to that guy with how often you play his songs. Four of your top five are from him! At this point, you’re not a fan; you’re a full-blown groupie! If you loved him any more, you’d have to get a restraining order. And I didn’t know “Kendrick Lamar” was just here to fulfill your “I swear I have good taste” requirement. The fact that you’ve got more Jaydes than Kanye is a personal insult to hip hop. You say you love “Hip Hop,” but your playlist is probably just a long-winded explanation of why your crush isn’t texting you back. Your most played songs read like the world’s saddest diary with a sprinkle of woke activism. “Fuck The Supreme Court (Rant Song)” followed quickly by “Nope your too late i already died”? Talk about conflicting emotions! Who hurt you? Your playlist sounds less like a soundtrack for cool parties and more like a gathering of awkwardly quiet people in a coffee shop, discussing their existential crises over overpriced lattes. If there were trophies for angst, you’d be leading the pack! But hey, at least you’re consistent in your misery—no one can take that away from you!

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