Lost Frank Ocean Song Lyrics
Double DBig full breasts on my baby(Yo, we going to Florida)Triple weightCouldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girlAnd I just wanna knowWhy you ain’t been going to workBoss ain’t working you like thisHe can’t take care of you like this
Now you’re lostLost in the heat of it allGirl, you know you’re lostLost in the thrill of it allMiami, AmsterdamTokyo, Spain, lostLos Angeles, IndiaLost on a train, lost
Got on my buttercreamSilk shirt and it’s Versace(One of God’s own prototypes)Hand me my triple weightSo I can weigh the work I got on your girl(Too weird to live, too rare to die)No, I don’t really wishI don’t wish the titties would showNor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?(No)
LostLost in the heat of it allGirl, you know you’re lostLost in the thrill of it allMiami, AmsterdamTokyo, Spain, lostLos Angeles, IndiaLost 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 beWhipping meals up for a family of her ownSome 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, lostLost in the heat of it allGirl, you know you’re lostLost in the thrill of it allMiami, AmsterdamTokyo, Spain, lostLos Angeles, IndiaLost on a train, lost
Luh-uh, lost, lostLow-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ahLuh-uh, lost, lostLow-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ahLuh-uh, lostLow-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ahLuh-uh, lost