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)