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 em 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 never see them And I've got this black suit on Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral I got 5 more miles 'til the road runs out {How can this feel so right... now} I'm about to drive in the ocean I'm about 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 mediocre beats On this 808 CD, yeah Memory seats I'm sitting on stay heated And I would've put tints on the windows But what's the difference? I'm feeling like a ghost (no Swayze) Ever since I lost my baby And now I got this black suit on I'm rolling around like I'm ready for a funeral I got one more mile 'til the road runs out I'm about to drive in the ocean I'm about 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 I'm going out (Oh my pretty love) Don't try stopping me I'm going out (Throw me a line) Don't try to save me (You broke my heart) I got no flares (You broke my heart) I got no vest (Prove my love) I got no fear The waves are washing me out... I'm about to drive in the ocean I'm about to swim from something bigger than me Take off my shoes And swim good And swim good Take off this suit And swim good And swim good Good {How can this feel so right? In this moment, how can this feel so right?}