Swim good

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