Lost (feat. Noah Urrea)

Johnny Orlando

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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

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    Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace
    Hand me my triple weight
    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

    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 cooking dope (cooking dope)
    I promise she'll be
    Whipping meals up for a family of her own some day
    Nothing wrong
    (Nothing wrong, ain't nothing wrong)

    With a lie
    Nothing wrong with another short plane ride
    Through the sky
    Just you and I

    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

    Song details

    Composition: Frank Ocean

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