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 funeral
Five more miles 'til the road runs out

I'm about to drive in the ocean
I'mma 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 808 CD, yeah
Memory seats I'm sitting on stay heated
I woulda 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 suit on
Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral
One more mile 'til the road runs out

I'm about to drive to the ocean
I'mma 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, and no fear
Waves are washing me (out)

I'm about to drive to the ocean
I'mma 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
Don't die
Don't die
Don't die...

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