Hello there, friend. How the fuck have you been? I know that it's been a long while. My soul still aint sold, even though it's worth gold, Cos' I'm holding out for a pile. Every time you meet me, you always greet me, With a smile behind grit teeth. But, man, I aint fooled. I know the pot is coo, l But the stove's still hot beneath. So go ahead and do what you gotta do. That's 3 for me, and none for you. On my behalf, you'd do the math the same... But you'll never get rich from your ill-gotten gains. I wish I knew who I was talking to, But with you, I don't know who to smack. If the roles were red, which face would you slap first? I bet the one that won't hit you back. The view is nice from my high horse, and I won't sail a course, Set by a mutineer. Because as quick as you came, you'll be gone just the same, Just like you were never here... So go ahead and do what you gotta do. That's 3 for me, and none for you. On my behalf, you'd do the math the same... But you'll never get rich from your ill-gotten gains.