when i was 13, i would fantasize about blasting komm susser tod from my phone speakers and jumping in front of a subway and then hearing the “tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling doooowwn…” repeat from further and further away as i lay there as a bloody pulp on the subway tracks and everyone’s screaming and staring in horror
Or if you’re a genuine faketrans repper you’d benefit from not being here
But how do I know if I am? That’s the question that’s been utterly killing me
You’re not because you spend too much time here