Ill-Gotten Gains - Reno Divorce

Hello there, friend.

How the fuck 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