Sub Urban – CANDYMAN Lyrics below:
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Bridge]
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
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Outro]
It is with the greatest pleasure
That the King and Queen announce the betrothal of their dearly beloved son—
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