Lyrics Lost - bülow

Lost

Hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
Yeah, hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm
Double D
Big full breasts on my babe
Triple way
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' you like this
He can’t take care of you like this
So, now you’re lost (Lost)
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl, you know you’re lost (Lost)
Lost in the thrill of it all (Yeah)
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost (Lost)
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost (Lost)
Got on my butter cream (Butter cream)
Silk shirt and it’s Versace (And it’s Versace), hmm
Hand me my triple way (Triple way)
So I can weigh the work I’ve got on your girl, hmm, hmm
No, I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show (No, no, no, no)
No, have I ever
Have I ever let you get caught?
So, now you’re lost (Lost)
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl, you know you’re lost (Lost)
Lost in the thrill of it all (Yeah)
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost (Lost)
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost (Lost)
She’s at the stove
I can’t believe I got her out here cookin' dope
I promise she’ll be whippin' meals for a family of her own someday, hmm, hmm
Nothin' wrong
No, nothin' wrong with a lie
With another short plane ride
Through the sky, you and I (You and I)
So, now you’re lost (Lost)
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl, you know you’re lost (Lost)
Lost in the thrill of it all (Yeah)
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost (Lost)
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost (Lost)
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost (Lost)
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train