Frank Ocean - Lost

Double D, big full breast on my baby

Triple weight couldn't

Weigh the love I got for the girl

And I just want to 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

Girl, you know you're lost

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 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?

Girl, you know you're lost

Miami, Amsterdam

Tokyo, Spain, lost

Los Angeles, India

Lost on a train, lost

She's at the stove

Can't believe I got her

Out here cooking dope

I promise she'll be whipping

Meals up for her family

Of her own someday

Nothing wrong, nothing wrong

No, nothing wrong with a lie

Nothing wrong with another

Short plane ride through the sky

You and I are lost

Girl, you know you're lost

Miami, Amsterdam

Tokyo, Spain, lost

Los Angeles, India

Lost on a train, lost