Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Vocals
Alex Giannascoli
Alex Giannascoli
Electric Guitar
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Keyboards
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Keyboards
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Keyboards
SebastiAn
SebastiAn
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter
James Ryan Wuihun Ho
James Ryan Wuihun Ho
Songwriter
John Lennon
John Lennon
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Songwriter
Alex Giannascoli
Alex Giannascoli
Arranger
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Arranger
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Producer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Engineer
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Om'Mas Keith
Om'Mas Keith
Producer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bad luck to talk on these rides
Mind on the road, your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
White Ferrari, had a good time (Sweet sixteen, how was I supposed to know anything?)
I let you out at Central
I didn't care to state the plain
Kept my mouth closed
We're both so familiar
White Ferrari, good times
[Verse 2]
Stick by me, close by me
You were fine, you were fine here
That's just a slow body
Left when I forgot to speak
So I text the speech, lesser speeds, Texas speed, yes
Basic takes its toll on me 'ventually, 'ventually, yes
Ah, on me 'ventually, 'ventually, yes
[Verse 3]
I care for you still and I will forever (I will)
That was my part of the deal, honest
We got so familiar
Spending each day of the year
White Ferrari, good times
In this life (Life)
In this life (Life)
One too many years
Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift (Thought you might want to know now)
Mind over matter is magic, I do magic
If you think about it, it'll be over in no time (If you think about it)
And that's life
Love
Love
Love
Love
[Verse 4]
I'm sure we're taller in another dimension
You say we're small and not worth the mention
You're tired of movin', your body's achin'
We could vacay, there's places to go
Clearly, this isn't all that there is (No way)
Can't take what's been given (No way)
But we're so okay here, we're doing fine
Primal and naked
You dream of walls that hold us in prison
It's just a skull, least that's what they call it
And we're free to roam
Written by: Breaux, Kanye West, Ho, John Lennon, Paul McCartney
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