Candyman

I make more, momma 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
The 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 (fuck, ah)

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

Ooh, 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

It is with the greatest pleasure
That the King and Queen announce
The betrothal of their dearly beloved daughter