Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phony, artist - K Rino. Album song Solitary Confinement, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Black Book International
Song language: English
Phony |
Don’t ever misinterpret me, I’m glad to be alive G* |
I put two and two together though and keep coming up with three |
It hard to rest when you see the evil some people possess |
Just multiply stress, my depression’s even depressed |
Countless times I extended a hand to help a friend in need |
Only to misread 'cause for me the same wasn’t received |
You called me when you was flat broke and wanted K hook a loan up |
When I said, «Cool», he was at my house before I could hang the phone up |
See, I’ll break bread and feed ya, these days homies’ll bleed ya |
Their procedure: borrow money and get selective amnesia |
You try to give 'em time but that seems to be worthless |
Knowing he owe you coming around showing you things he just purchased |
Then they start ducking your calls, you know how you can tell |
'Cause all you get is half a ring and then it’s straight to the voice mail |
So, what the Hell, I guess I gots to leave these cats alone |
Another friendship dead and gone over a couple of hundred bones |
People so phony, phony |
I feel like it’s me and God only, only, only, only |
I can’t let it phase me, phase me |
I’m trying hard to keep from going crazy |
What? |
To keep from going crazy |
When I detect a suspected lie, it’s hard to let it slide |
An artificial female friend milking your sympathetic side |
Money I would give, not lend, was down with her to the end |
Not from a tricking standpoint, I just considered her a friend |
Kind of mad I didn’t control this, never fathomed she would go this low |
But now I’m tripping over this repeat pattern that I noticed |
Like clockwork, an hour after every time she leave |
She be like, «Baby, I need some money, can you help me please? |
«And I’m like, «OK, might pay a bill or help her knock the rent off» |
Every time she came around my gold-digger alarm went off |
But when I needed help and asked for it the game flipped |
She had more excuses than the pipe burns on a crackhead’s lips |
And it’s a trip, 'cause when it’s time to show me they my homie, they don’t |
And if I need them to do something for me, they won’t |
So now it’s all about me, one syllable |
And artificial people get cut loose like umbilical |
People so phony, phony |
I feel like it’s me and God only, only, only, only |
I can’t let it phase me, phase me |
I’m trying hard to keep from going crazy |
What? |
To keep from going crazy |
The doctor checked me out and wrote me a prescription with the quickness |
But the side effects of the medicine were worse than the sickness |
See I sacrificed for others but the same love didn’t follow |
I wish I had a dollar for every time that I wished I had a dollar |
I regret sometimes not having a biological seed |
Any time that it was ever proposed to me I disagreed |
If they persisted to insisted, I just packed up and I slid |
Too many of my partners paying child support, «Arr Hell no, not the kid» |
But if I did, maybe hope would seem more realistic |
To be gifted with a reflection of my own characteristics |
'Cause most people are senseless, self centred and pretentious |
Any show of love is meant to benefit their own interest |
My eyes are now trained to spot game when it arises |
The wisest people learn how to see through those disguises |
'Cause fakers show more fiction or more depictions than HBO |
Fraud to real is a ninety-nine to one ratio |
People so phony, phony |
I feel like it’s me and God only, only, only, only |
I can’t let it phase me, phase me |
I’m trying hard to keep from going crazy |
What? |
To keep from going crazy |