Frank Ocean - Lost
(G#m Bm C#m Bm) Verse 1 Big full breasts on my baby (Yo we going 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 going to work Boss ain't working you like this He can't take care of you like this Hook 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 Verse 2 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 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 Hook Verse 3 She's at a stove Can't believe I got her out here 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) No nothing wrong with a lie Nothing wrong with another short plane ride (Nothing wrong, ain't nothing wrong) Through the sky Up in the sky You and I Just you and I Hook Outro: Love lost ? Love love Love lost ? Love love Love lost Love love Love lost Life is the substance Then the other channel on the
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