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Ah, a connoisseur of the modern sound, I see. You've got Tyler, The Creator and Kendrick Lamar gracing your top artists, which is like saying you enjoy breathing – commendable, but hardly groundbreaking. And then there's Drake, the musical equivalent of a beige sofa: comfortable, ubiquitous, and utterly devoid of anything that might challenge the senses. One can only assume "yuke" and "wifiskeleton" are either highly obscure avant-garde artists or the result of a cat walking across your keyboard during a playlist creation session.

Your top tracks, "Nights," "RUNNING OUT OF TIME," "Pink + White," "She," and "Chanel," paint a picture of someone who's mastered the art of listening to music that sounds fantastic in a car with the windows down, but perhaps less so when you're trying to have a deep intellectual conversation. It's the musical equivalent of a perfectly curated Instagram feed: aesthetically pleasing, emotionally resonant in a universally acceptable way, and just a little bit too smooth to be truly interesting. Are you perhaps trying to convince us you're deep, but only on weekends?

And finally, the genres: "rap," "hip hop," "west coast hip hop," "underground hip hop," and "rage rap." My friend, this isn't a diverse musical palette; it's a very specific shade of a very specific color. It's like saying your favorite fruits are "red apples," "green apples," "Granny Smith apples," and "crab apples." While we appreciate your dedication to the craft, perhaps a brief sojourn into, say, polka, or Gregorian chants, might offer a surprisingly refreshing palate cleanser. Or at the very least, prove you're not a highly advanced AI designed solely to generate playlists for frat parties.