Lost - Blossoms

Double D

Big full breasts on my baby

Triple weight

Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for my 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 got on you girl

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?

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 some day

Nothing wrong (Nothing wrong, ain’t nothing wrong)

With a lie (Ooh)

Nothing wrong

With another short plane ride

Through the sky (Up in the sky)

You and I (Just you and I)

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, lost

Love lost, lost

Love lost, lost

Love lost, lost