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 drivin' 'round on the boulevard, trunk bleedin' And every time the cops pull me over, they don't ever see them They never see them And I've got my black suit on Roamin' around like I'm ready for a funeral, oh, oh Five more miles 'til the road runs out I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from somethin' bigger than me Kick off my shoes And swim good, and swim good Take off this suit And swim good, and swim good Got some pretty good beats on this 808s CD, yeah Memory seats I'm sittin' 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 got this black suit on Roamin' around like I'm ready for a funeral, mm One more mile 'til the road runs out I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from somethin' bigger than me Kick off my shoes And swim good, and swim good Take off this suit And swim good, and swim good I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from somethin' bigger than me Kick off my shoes And swim good, and swim good Take off this suit And swim good, and swim good