White Ferrari- Frank Ocean | School Short Film

Bad luck to talk on these rides. Mine on the road, your dilated eyes. Watch the clouds float. White Ferrari, had a good time. 2016, how was I supposed to know anything? I let you out at Central. I didn't care to state the plane. Kept my mouth closed. We're both so familiar. White Ferrari. Stood by me, close by me. You were fine, you were fine. As this slow ride left when I forget to speak. So I text the speeds, lesser speeds, Texas speed, yes. Basic Texas toll on me, eventually, eventually, yes. I care for you still and I will, forever. 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, in this life. One too many years to taste what I leave on a facelift. Mind over matter is magic, I do magic. I'm sure we're taller, another dimension. You say we're small and not worth the mention. You're tired of moving, your body's aching. We could vacate, there's places to go. Clearly this is it. All that there is, can't take what's been given. But we're so okay here, we're doing fine. I'm old and naked in a dream of walls that hold us in prison. It's just us goalies, that's what they call it. And we're free to fly.