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 fucking pharisee

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the answer, ho

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Robitussin flow

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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

Interviewer wonder if I'm high or not

Need an 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 mosh

Let her fuck somebody else 'cause I'd like to watch

It's icy hot, it's icy hot, ay

I'm ****  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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (And I'm back in the city, back, back in the city)

(Back in the city, and I'm back in the city and I'm back in the streets) Yeah, yeah, that's the answer, ho

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Robitussin flow (Back, back in the city)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

And I see in 5D like I'm Ed, Edd and Eddy

I got the hot pot runnin', 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 wants a cracker but I just pop, pop, like a lip smacker

Ethereum, got up and I hit the ceiling

Got up out the water feeling, feeling like Popeye

Yeah, feeling like, feeling like Popeye, yeah

Mmm, fuck Whole Foods 'cause I be feeling like Popeye's, yeah

Freddy, 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 fucking pharisee

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (And I'm back in the city, back, back in the city)

(Back in the city, and I'm back in the city and I'm back in the streets) Yeah, yeah, that's the answer, ho

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Robitussin flow (Back, back in the city)

Yeah, yeah, yeah