Lost

	  		

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Verse 1 
 
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 

Hook
 
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 

Verse 2
 
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 was yours 
No, have I ever 
Have I ever let you get caught 

Hook 

Verse 3 

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 

Hook 

Outro:
 
Love lost ? 
Love love 
Love lost ? 
Love love 
Love lost 
Love love 
Love lost 
Life is the substance 
Then the other channel on the