CANDYMAN

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