Comic Sans

I make breakfast for all my pretty foes
And my boyfriend look like DiCaprio
I could strike a pose for your poster bro
Get the angle right though
Way too much of me, that's a overload
Robitussin flow, that's a 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 a antihistamine
Allergic to a evergreen and I'm a fuckin' pharisee

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

Yeah, yeah (and I'm back in the city)
Yeah, yeah (back in the city)
Yeah, yeah (back in the city)
(And I'm back in the city and I'm back in the streets)
That's the answer hoe
Yeah, yeah (back in the city)
Yeah, Robitussin flow
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (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 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
I think I need a quarantine 'cause I'm a walking Halloween
I read it in the prophecy, I need a antihistamine
Allergic to a evergreen and I'm a fuckin' pharisee

Yeah, yeah (and I'm back in the city)
Yeah, yeah (back in the city)
Yeah, yeah (back in the city)
(And I'm back in the city and I'm back in the streets)
That's the answer hoe
Yeah, yeah (back in the city)
Yeah, Robitussin flow
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (back in the city and I'm back in the streets)