Royce Is Bryce and Bryce Is Royce

Before they made me want to be like Royce They made me like Royce (uh-huh, uh-huh) I have no choice, now I'm just like Royce Let's rejoice (uh-huh, uh-huh) Eat a bowl of dirty rice with Bryce, it's just so pleasantly nice Fiona missed the boat for the antidote, but I tell you man Don't she entice you twice? Her heart's nicely preserved in a vat of ice So she can compensate For the rows of the loaded dice And the colour of your eyes seems like a smokestack to me Now we begin to might for the sin, put your guilt in the bin Bryce for the win, Bryce for the win Before they made me want to be like Bryce They made me like Bryce (uh-huh, uh-huh) I'm just a slice in a pie called Bryce It's so nice (uh-huh, uh-huh) With a dollop of whipped cream in my Jim Beam My friends around in my high heels and I scream Watching Fellini flicks, picking up our sticks This life is but a dream You see most of the lee anchored to a losing team Try picking winners from the tribe true inside of a meme And the closest of your eyes feels like up front to me Sing it on high like a drunk samurai, bake it in with a pie We exist to terrify We exist to terrify We exist to terrify Come on Bryce, Bryce Bryce, Bryce, Bryce is Royce, Bryce is Royce and Royce is Bryce Bryce, Bryce Bryce is Royce, Royce is Bryce, Bryce is Royce and Royce is Bryce Royce, Bryce Bryce is Royce (uh-huh, uh-huh), Royce is Bryce (uh-huh, uh-huh) Bryce is Royce and Royce is Bryce Royce, Bryce Bryce is Royce (uh-huh, uh-huh), Royce is Bryce (uh-huh, uh-huh) Bryce is Royce and Royce is Bryce (we exist to terrify)