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