Lyrics Jorja Smith – Lost
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Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
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 your 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
With another short plane ride
Through the sky
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 in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all