Lost - Recorded at Metropolis Studios, London

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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 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?
 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 ain't a stove
 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 someday
 Nothing wrong, no, ain't nothing wrong with a lie
 Nothing wrong with another short plane ride through the sky
 You and I
 Lost, lost in the heat of it all
 And 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
 Oh, lost
 Lost in the heat of it all
 And girl you know you're lost
 Lost in the thrill of it all
 
 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 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?
 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 ain't a stove
 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 someday
 Nothing wrong, no, ain't nothing wrong with a lie
 Nothing wrong with another short plane ride through the sky
 You and I
 Lost, lost in the heat of it all
 And 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
 Oh, lost
 Lost in the heat of it all
 And girl you know you're lost
 Lost in the thrill of it all
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:54
Key
5
Tempo
114 BPM

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