I make breakfast for all my pretty foes
And my boyfriend look like DiCaprio
I could strike a pose for ya poster broGet 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
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 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
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, 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
Mm, fuck whole foods ′cause I be feelin' like Popeyes 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)
