That's a pretty big trunk
On my Lincoln town car, ain't it?
Big enough to take these broken hearts
And put them in it
Now I'm driving round
On the boulevard, trunk bleeding
And every time the cops pull me over
They don't ever see them
They'll never see them!
And I've got this black dress on
Roaming around
Like I'm ready for a funeral, oh
Five more miles till the road runs out
I'm about to drive in the ocean
Imma try to swim from something
Bigger than me
I'll take off my shoes
And swim good, and swim good
Take off this shreds
And swim good, and swim good
(I'm good tarata tarata tarata)
(I'm good tarata tarata tarata)
Got some pretty good beats
On this 808 CD, yeah
Memory seats
I'm sitting on stay heated
I would've put tints on my windows
But what's the difference?
If I feel like a ghost, no Swayze!
Ever since I lost my baby
I've had this black dress on
Roaming around
Like I'm ready for a funeral
One more mile till the road runs out
So I'm about to drive in the ocean
Imma about to swim from something
Bigger than me
I'll take off my shoes
And swim good, and swim good
Take off my pains
And swim good, and swim good
Good
I'm going off
(Hurt, my pretty love)
Don't try stopping me
(Hurt, my pretty love)
I'm going off
Don't try saving me
(Look in it hard)
No flares
(Look in my heart)
No vest
(In sake of my love)
No fear
Waves are washing me…
I'm about to drive in the ocean
Imma try to swim from something
Bigger than me
I'll take off my shoes
And swim good, and swim good
Take off this shreds
And swim good, and swim good
Good
(Hurt my pretty love)
Swim good, swim good, swim good…
Frank Ocean cover Written by Waynne Nugent and Kevin Risto