Lost (ロスト) (Album Version(Explicit)) - 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

Hand me my triple weight

So I can weigh the work I got on your girl

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

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

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 some day

Nothing wrong

Nothing wrong ain't nothing wrong

No nothing wrong with a lie

Nothing wrong with another short plane ride

(Nothing wrong ain't 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

Love lost

Love love

Love lost

Love love

Love lost

Love love

Love lost

Life is the sub