Comic Sans (feat. Jack Harlow)

I make breakfast for all my pretty foes And my boyfriend look like DiCaprio I could strike a pose for ya poster bro Get the angle right tho Way too much of me, that's an overload Robitussin' flow, that's an overdose Die again to grow, that's the antidote That's a miracle, that's the answer ho Apple in my throat, serpent on the road Way too sensitive, and my hands are cold Need a petticoat Feel like Comic Sans overused for that paper by the gram Freddie I'm a killer queen, you lather me in kerosene I think I need a quarantine 'cause I'm a walking Halloween I read it in the prophecy I need an antihistamine Allergic to an evergreen, and I'm a fuckin' Pharisee Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea, that's the answer ho Yea Yea Yea Robitussin' flow Yea Yea Yea I don't care too much, I don't cry a lot Interviewer wonder if I'm high or not Need a honest bitch 'cause I lie a lot She ain't ginger but she got a fire crotch Can we turn this up to a higher notch? They don't wanna dance, they just tryna to mosh (yeah) Let her fuck somebody else, 'cause I'd like to watch It's icy hot It's icy hot Ayy I'm fucked up in the back of a jeep Bad chick at the wheel and the passenger seat (oh) Ain't nobody with me got a bachelor's degree (nope) You can skip me when you passing the weed 'Cause I enjoy the dreams that I have when I'm sleep (yup) Back in the city, and I'm back in the streets When they see me out now, they ask if it's me (yup) And I say Yea (and I'm) Yea (back in the city) Yea (back in the city) Yea (back in the city) Yea (back in the city) Yea (back in the city, and I'm back in the streets) That's the answer ho Yea Yea (back in the city) Yea Robitussin' flow Yea Yea Yea (back in the city, and I'm back in the streets) And I see in 5D like I'm Ed, Edd, and Eddy I got the hot pot running, I'm a little unsteady I told my grand mama I'll be back when it's ready, but I'm a liar Tie the band on me and the polygraph goes haywire Polymath, polyglot, Paul wants a cracker But I just like a lip smacker Ethereum, got up, and I hit the ceiling, got up out the water feeling' Feelin' like Popeye yeah, feelin' like, feelin' like Popeye, yeah Mm, fuck whole foods 'cause I be feelin' like Popeyes yeah, uh Freddie I'm a killer queen, you lather me in kerosene I think I need a quarantine 'cause I'm a walking Halloween I read it in the prophecy I need an antihistamine Allergic to an evergreen, and I'm a fuckin' Pharisee Yea (and I'm) Yea (back in the city) Yea (back in the city) Yea (back in the city) Yea (back in the city) Yea (back in the city, and I'm back in the streets) That's the answer ho Yea Yea (back in the city) Yea Robitussin' flow Yea Yea Yea (back in the city, and I'm back in the streets)