Полный текст песни Lost - Frank Ocean

Double D,
Big full breast on my baby.
Triple weight,
Couldn't weight the love I 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 & 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?

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,
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,
No, nothing wrong with a lie.
Nothing wrong with another short plane ride through
The sky.
You & I are 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.