Lost Songtext
von Hein Cooper

Double D, big full breast on my baby
Triple weight, couldn′t weigh the love I've got for the girl
I just wanna know why you ain′t been going to work
The 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 you girl
No, I don′t really wish, I don't wish your feelings would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get cold


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

She′s at 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, nothing wrong with a lie
Nothing wrong with another short plane ride through the sky
You and I

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