Lost

Letra

Lost — 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 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 Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace Hand me my triple weight so I can weigh the work I've got on you, girl No, I don't really wish, I don't wish the titties would show Nor have I, 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 the 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) No, nothing wrong (ain't nothing wrong) with a lie (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) We're lost (ooh), we're 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 (ooh) Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost