Hello there, friend. How the f** have you been? I know that it's been a long while My soul still ain't 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 ain't 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 reversed, 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