CANDYMAN - Sub Urban

Lyrics by：Daniel Virgil Maisonneuve/Elie Rizk

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 s*x 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 s*x and made up goals

I make more but I'm a poor soul

Oooh yeah let's eat the rich

Let's eat the rich ah

Oooh yeah let's eat the rich

I heard they taste like chocolate ah

Oooh yeah let's eat the rich

Let's eat the rich ah

Oooh 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 s*x and made up goals

I make more but I'm a poor soul