Lost

Lyrics

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
 (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?
 (No)
 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 (who?)
 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 with another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong)
 Through the sky (up in the sky)
 You and I (just you and I)
 Uh, 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
 ♪
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 ♪
 (Faith is the substance)
 (Monte Liba)
 (In the other channel on the)
 
 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
 (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?
 (No)
 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 (who?)
 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 with another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong)
 Through the sky (up in the sky)
 You and I (just you and I)
 Uh, 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
 ♪
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 ♪
 (Faith is the substance)
 (Monte Liba)
 (In the other channel on the)
 
 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
 (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?
 (No)
 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 (who?)
 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 with another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong)
 Through the sky (up in the sky)
 You and I (just you and I)
 Uh, 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
 ♪
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 ♪
 (Faith is the substance)
 (Monte Liba)
 (In the other channel on the)
 
 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
 (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?
 (No)
 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 (who?)
 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 with another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong)
 Through the sky (up in the sky)
 You and I (just you and I)
 Uh, 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
 ♪
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 ♪
 (Faith is the substance)
 (Monte Liba)
 (In the other channel on the)
 
 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
 (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?
 (No)
 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 (who?)
 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 with another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong)
 Through the sky (up in the sky)
 You and I (just you and I)
 Uh, 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
 ♪
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 ♪
 (Faith is the substance)
 (Monte Liba)
 (In the other channel on the)
 
 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
 (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?
 (No)
 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 (who?)
 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 with another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong)
 Through the sky (up in the sky)
 You and I (just you and I)
 Uh, 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
 ♪
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 ♪
 (Faith is the substance)
 (Monte Liba)
 (In the other channel on the)
 
 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
 (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?
 (No)
 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 (who?)
 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 with another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong)
 Through the sky (up in the sky)
 You and I (just you and I)
 Uh, 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
 ♪
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah
 Luh-uh, lost
 ♪
 (Faith is the substance)
 (Monte Liba)
 (In the other channel on the)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:54
Key
8
Tempo
123 BPM

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