Charles Hamilton - Spanish Fly lyrics

The damage of Candace, from 8th grade all the way to my campus I met another Candace. She was like my soul mate but I was so candid with another chick. She said "Can it!" The other chick, she's like the government and I'm a bandit. I can't walk hand in hand with either Candace now. Either Candace Brown or the Candace who was Trinidadian but looked so Spanish. My hand's width didn't match her a** but, damn, did we kiss. The aftermath is the whole world mad at her other, half and me trying to be her brother half, minus the brother. I am the L. I want to be the lover half. f** the past I want you, I'll haunt because... I want you to want me I'll flaunt you, I'll taunt because... I want you to want me Alas, I'm bad, but... I want you to want me With me, you're bad... Just like I'll be to you From Candace, to Yancey, both of those names I can't see because I get blinded by the yellow. "Hi" to Yellow, another chick I would fancy to be with. But she can't stand me. I don't know why, I'm playing the game, Miss, like Sammus in Metroid. Metros**ual so let's go females who love boys, who love boys with style. I'm annoying, right? Now, that's wild. I stay away from it all, play with my balls. Ladies who say I'm out of my mind - Nah, I'm in a stall, pissing out grace. Hopefully you're loving my taste, it's like beer mixed with Cristal. 6-6-6 style, this is how we get down I want you, I'll haunt because... I want you to want me I'll flaunt you, I'll taunt because... I want you to want me Alas, I'm bad, but... I want you to want me With me, you're bad... Just like I'll be to you So to everybody here, I'm the reason why there's even a career for anybody who is up in a Lear with tears in their eyes from the music they hear. And the music is mine, so they're doing their peers justice by not f**ing with it. It's a marriage, you get upset when you get up and lifted up in that jet. But what the f** is it that you want, success? Fine, as long as you leave me at the back of the line. I love fear. It's a smell, it's an aroma. By the way, we're in hell. And all I smell is all that, plus the Curve that I put on my f**ing nerves right after the shower. I don't want to be known, I'm sick of being known. Right now, I'm being grown I want you, I'll haunt because... I want you to want me I'll flaunt you, I'll taunt because... I want you to want me Alas, I'm bad, but... I want you to want me With me, you're bad... Just like I'll be to you