Phatt lyrics

With all these knives in my back it's hard to lean on this wall Next time will even be worse The worst one of them all I keep my faith in the monkey I keep my faith in the style I keep my faith in the one who hasn't been there in a while Oh I won the thing is red dog It's an old couch anyway E A eat a lot If you're gonna to walk the walk Then you gotta talk the shit Hey Willy why don't you go show them Quit sticking that pager on me Shut up fatso Watch out for flying drumsticks One door won't open One door won't close I think I'm dying I'm doing pretty drunk