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Hello there, friend. How the fuck have you been?
I know that itâs been a long while.
My soul still aint sold, even though itâs worth gold,
Cosâ Iâm 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 stoveâs still hot beneath.
So go ahead and do what you gotta do.
Thatâs 3 for me, and none for you.
On my behalf, youâd do the math the same...
But youâll 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 wonât hit you back.
The view is nice from my high horse, and I wonât sail a course,
Set by a mutineer.
Because as quick as you came, youâll be gone just the same,
Just like you were never here...
So go ahead and do what you gotta do.
Thatâs 3 for me, and none for you.
On my behalf, youâd do the math the same...
But youâll never get rich from your ill-gotten gains.