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)