Lost -

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’ve not 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 were yours

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

I 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, no nothing wrong with a lie

Nothing wrong with another short plane ride through the sky

You and I

We’re lost

Lost in the heat of it all

Girl you know we’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, lost, lost

Lost, lost, lost, lost