Text: K-Rino. Solitary Confinement. Phony.

[K-Rino:]
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

[Hook: K-Rino]
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

[K-Rino:]
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

[Hook: K-Rino]
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

[K-Rino:]
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

[Hook: K-Rino]
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