[Dr. Courtman]
Oh yeah, got me some Taco Bell
I sure do love them chalupas, man
How do they make 'em so cheap?
Wait, what, Bryce!?
What are you still doing in my office?
Do you still have things to talk about?
Alright, Bryce, it's felt like it's been months since our last therapy session
And you seemed kind of angry the last time you were here
So, just tell me how things are going
[B.C.]
Screw the ladies
I got Daugherty and Ahern
When I make raps they tell me sick burn
I make the tables turn west
Like Kanye West
Makes fanboys confess
I regress
When I make raps they give me ten outta tenna
Cause I make mixtapes where I cry about McKenna
Hysterically, I'm in therapy terribly
Cause I made a mixtape where I barely sang merrily
Carelessly
You hearin' me clearily?
Why these people fearin' me?
It's it because people earin' me cheerily?
[Dr. Courtman]
I don't know, Bryce, I don't have an answer
[B.C.]
I'm strutting down these hallways
All days
Always
Holdin' up my hand like "Ay girl call me"
I wish I had swag like Madeline's dad
Crash at Cupid's pad
It's kind of ironic cause when I flirt with the ladies
I wish I had game like Mr. Juranek
He's so iconic
And atomic
Like a tonic
Fast as sonic
Speed, light, cameras, action, pan over
To my new world order
Except my game higher than the NFL
Can't you tell?
I'm sittin' here talkin' like I'm a prison cell
Inmates hear me well
My status don't fell
Or fall
I'm walking tall
Got no troubles like Saul
What more else can I say?
I'm sittin' here talking like I do this everyday
And I'm certainly not getting paid