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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 Letras de canciones 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 feelin' 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) From Letras Mania