BC - Fantasy lyrics

[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