Lost Lyrics & Chords By Frank Ocean

Double D
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

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

Frank Ocean and Raoul Duke:
Got on my buttercream silk shirt
And it's Versace
(One of God's original prototype)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live and too rare to die)
No, I don't really wish
I don't wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever
Have I ever let you get caught, oh?

Frank Ocean:
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
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 someday

Nothing wrong
(Nothing wrong, ain't nothing wrong)
No, nothing wrong with a lie
Nothing wrong with another short plane ride
(Nothing wrong)
Through the sky (Up in the sky)
You and I (Just you and I)

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

Love lost?
Love love
Love lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

Faith is the substance
Then the other channel on the