Frank Ocean - Lost - text písně

Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
Triple weight
Couldn't weigh the love I've got for the girl

And I just wanna know
Why you ain't been going to work
Boss ain't working you like this
He can't take care of you like this

Now you're lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl, you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all

Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost

Got on my buttercream silk shirt
And it's Versace
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)

No I don't really wish
I don't wish the titties would show
No, have I ever
Have I ever let you get caught

Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl, you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all

Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost

She's at a stove
Can't believe I got her out here cooking dope
I promise she'll be
Whipping meals up for a family of her own someday

Nothing wrong
Nothing wrong, ain't nothing wrong
No nothing wrong with a lie
Nothing wrong with another short plane ride
(Nothing wrong)
Through the sky
Up in the sky
You and I
Just you and I

Now you're lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl, you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all

Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost

Lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost
Lost, lost

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