That's a pretty big trunk
On my lincoln town car ain't it
Big enough to take these broken hearts
And put em in it...
Now I'm driving round
On the boulevard trunk bleeding
And everytime the cops pull me over
They don't ever see them
They never see them
And I've got this black suit on
Roaming around like I'm ready for a fune-ral
5 more miles till the road runs out
I'm about to drive in the ocean
Imma try to swim from something
Bigger than me
Kick off my shoes
And swim good
And swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good
And swim good
Good
Got some pretty good beats
On this 808cc beatin
Memory seats I'm sitting on stay heated
I would've put tints on my windows
But what's the difference
When I feel like a ghost no Schwayze
Ever since I lost my baby
And I got this black suit on
Roaming around like I'm ready for a fune-ral
One more mile till the road runs out
I'm about to drive in the ocean
Imma try to swim from something
Bigger than me
Kick off my shoes
And swim good
And swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good
And swim good
Good
I'm going off
Don't try stopping me
I'm going off
Don't try saving
No flares
No vest
No fear
Waves are washing me
I'm about to drive in the ocean
Imma try to swim from something
Bigger than me
Kick off my shoes
And swim good
And swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good
And swim good
Good
compositores: KEVIN RISTO, WAYNNE NUGENT, FRANK OCEAN, CHARLIE GAMBETTA
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