paroles de chanson Lost - In Isolation - Blossoms

Double D
Big full breast 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 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
Silk shirt, and it's Versace (one of God's own prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I've got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
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, is it lie? (nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' wrong)
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 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

Lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost