Lost (feat. Vintage Culture)
Gabss
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 goin' to work
Boss ain't workin', 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 was yours
No, have I ever
Have I ever let you get caught? 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
She's at a stove (who?)
Can't believe I got her out here cookin' dope (cookin' dope)
I promise she'll be
Whippin' 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-ooh)
Nothing wrong (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)
Oh, 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