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