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 though 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 Yah yah yah yah Yah yah yah that's the answer ho Yah yah yah Robitussin flow Yah yah yah 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 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 Ain't nobody with me got a bachelor's degree You can skip me when you passin' the weed 'Cause I enjoy the dreams that I have when I'm sleep Back in the city and I'm back in the streets When they see me out know they ask if it's me And I say Yah Yah And I'm back in the city Yah Back in the city Yah Back in the city Yah Back in the city Yah Back in the city and I'm back in the streets That's the answer ho Yah yah Back in the city yah Robitussin flow Yah yah yah And I'm 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 grandmama 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 Polly want a cracker But I just *pop* *pop* like a lipsmacker Ethereum got up and I hit the ceiling Got up out the water feelin' Feelin' like Popeye yeah feelin' like feelin' like Popeye yeah Mm fuck Whole Foods 'cause I be feelin' like Popeye's yeah uh Freddie I'm a killer queen You lather me in kerosene 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 Yah Yah And I'm back in the city Yah Back in the city Yah Back in the city Yah Back in the city Yah Back in the city and I'm back in the streets That's the answer ho Yah Yah Back in the city Yah Robitussin flow Yah Yah Yah And I'm back in the city and I'm back in the streets