Frank OceanLost

Double D Big full breast on my baby (yo we goin' 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 goin' to work Boss ain't workin' ya 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 butter cream (There we go) silk shirt and it's Versace (Wanna buy them 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 was yours 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'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 Nothin' wrong (Nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' wrong) No nothin' wrong with lie Nothin' wrong with another short plane ride (Nothin' wrong) Through the sky (Up in the sky) You and I (Just you and I) are lost 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 Love lost, lost Love love, Love lost, lost Love love Love lost Love love Love lost
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