CANDYMAN Songtext
von Sub Urban

I make more
Mama told you to hate the rich man when you′re poor
I make more
'Cause one day, finally, I realized there′s no encore

I don't know if anybody is whole
That moment's gone
There′s no paradise, just whimsical woes
And charlatans

Chase that bag, then dig your hole
Realize there′s no miracles
Just luck and sex and made-up goals
I make more, but I'm a poor soul


You don′t know what you know or what you don't
Guess that′s the charm
Curiosity makes all the more dough
Just throw the dart, oh

Chase that bag, then dig your hole
Realize there's no miracles
Just luck and sex and made-up goals
I make more, but I′m a poor soul

Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich, let's eat the rich
Ooh, yeah, let′s eat the rich, I heard they taste like chocolate (ah)
Let′s eat the rich, let's eat the rich (ooh, yeah)
Let′s eat the rich, I heard they taste like chocolate

Chase that bag, then dig your hole
Realize there's no miracles
Just luck and sex and made-up goals
I make more, but I′m a poor soul