Frank Ocean — Lost Lyrics

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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 {amp}amp; 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 {amp}amp; 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.

[Verse 1:]

Double D

Big full breasts on my baby (Yo we goin’ to Florida)

Triple weight

Couldn’t weight the love I’ve got for the girl

And I just wanna know

Why you ain’t been goin’ to work

Boss ain’t workin’ 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 weight the work I got on your girl (Too weird to live, too weird to die)
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
No, have I ever
Have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
She’s at a stove (Who?)
Can’t believe I got her out here cookin’ dope (Cookin’ dope)
I promise she’ll be
Whippin’ meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothin’ wrong (Nothin’ wrong, ain’t nothin’ wrong)
No nothin’ wrong with a lie
Nothin’ wrong with another short plane ride
(Nothin’ wrong, ain’t nothin’ 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

Faith is the substance
Then the other channel on the…

Thanks to Given, Erica, cori, Yanna, abe for correcting these lyrics.

“Lost” is the fourth single from Frank Ocean’s critically acclaimed debut studio album, Channel Orange.

The protagonist in the song is a drug supplier who uses his girlfriend as a drug mule. His lover gets lost in the intensity of the jet-setting lifestyle of drug trafficking and subsequent money and lavish gifts that come along with it. He believes that one day she will live a normal life away from this criminal lifestyle, but it must come after one last smuggle, which leads to another one last smuggle.

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 {amp}amp; 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 {amp}amp; 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.

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Double D
Big full breast on my baby (yo we goin’ 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 goin’ to work
Boss ain’t workin’ ya 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 butter cream (there her goes)
Silk shirt and it’s Versace (one of God’s own prototypes)
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 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 (who?)
Can’t believe I got her out here cookin’ dope (cookin’ dope)
I promise she’ll be
Whippin’ meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothin’ wrong (nothin’ wrong, ain’t nothin’ wrong)
No nothin’ wrong with a lie
Nothin’ wrong with another short plane ride (nothin’ wrong)
Through the sky (up in the sky)
You and I (just you and I) are lost

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 love,
Love lost, lost
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

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 {amp}amp; 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 {amp}amp; 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.

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

Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
(There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes)
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 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 (huh!)
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)
No, nothing wrong (Ain’t nothing wrong)
With a lie (Ooh, ooh)
Nothing wrong (Nothing wrong)
With another short plane ride (Ain’t nothing wrong)
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 love
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

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