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 hoe

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 a antihistamine

Allergic to an evergreen

And I'm a fooking pharisee

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh

That's the answer hoe

Yeh, yeh, yeh

Robitussin flow

Yeh, yeh, yeh

I don't care too much I don't cry a lot

Interviewer wonder if I'm high or not

Need an honest biatch '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 fook somebody else 'cause I'd like to watch

It's icy hot

It's icy hot

Ay

I'm fooked 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 passing 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

Yeh

Yeh (back in the city)

Yeh (back, back in the city)

Yeh (back in the city)

Yeh

Yeh (back in the city and I'm back in the streets)

That's the answer hoe

Yeh

Yeh (back, back in the city)

Yeh

Robitussin flow

Yeh

Yeh (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, Paul wants a cracker

But I just (pop pop) like a lipsmacker

Ethereum, got up and I hit the ceiling, got up out the water feeling

Feelin like popeye yeah, feelin like, feelin like popeye yeah.

Mmm, fook 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 a antihistamine

Allergic to an evergreen

And I'm a fooking pharisee

Yeh

Yeh (back in the city)

Yeh (back, back in the city)

Yeh (back in the city)

Yeh

Yeh (back in the city and I'm back in the streets)

That's the answer hoe

Yeh

Yeh (back, back in the city)

Yeh

Robitussin flow

Yeh

Yeh (back in the city and I'm back in the streets)