歌词：
Richard Swift

I felt for certain that you were ashamed We were laughing for reasons that I'd rather not say Oh no, I rather not say It's kind of hard to explain Running

Where have you gone? No lights in the home We gave it up as part, we made it a tomb And so I'll take the ocean and you take the land And hope that our

If I saw you here tonight half lit meloncholy night I got you here under my skin trying to make you laugh again when I open up my eyes I wanna see your

give you what we got We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot So lock up, your doors, cause I'm Busting Loose like Richard Pryor, setting stuff on

shit on you Da da da da I'll shit on you I will shit I'll shit on you Girl you know I'll shit on you Bitch or man I'll shit on you I will shit (Swift

trees perceive his soul Do not detain him long Dear little animal, dark-eyed and small Caring for your fur with pointed paws This hawk of truth is swift

Ziolus Archibald Mainwaring Augustus T. Swift John J. Jones Richard Raleigh Ames Dorance Rowley Edward Softly Albert Frederic-Willy Simeon Bootheroyd

than my wife's vagina, psych These cock-suckin' cops got my Smith & Wesson I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man, the shit's depressin' But Swift

here! [all] yo swing it over here! [km] come swing it over here! [red] yo, swing it over there! Verse one: keith murray My rap style is swift like