Lost - Frank Ocean

Double D

Big full breasts on my baby

(Yo we going to Florida)

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

(There he goes, one of God's own prototypes)

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

Nor 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 (huh!)

Can't believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)

I promise she'll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day

Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)

No, nothing wrong (ain't nothing wrong) with a lie (ooh, ooh)

Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)

With another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong)

Through the sky (up in the sky)

You and I (just you and I)

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

Love lost, lost?

Love love

Love lost, lost?

Love love

Love lost

Love love

Love lost

(Faith is the substance

Then the other channel on the)