More songs by Vintage Culture
Description
Composer Lyricist: Micah Otano
Composer Lyricist: James Ryan Malay Ho
Composer Lyricist: Frank Ocean
Composer Lyricist: Paul Shelton
Studio Producer: Vintage Culture
Studio Producer: Gabss
Lyrics and translation
Original
Double D, big four press on my bed.
Triple A, cutting with the love I got for the girl.
And I just wanna know, why you ain't been home after work?
Boss ain't working you like this. He can't take care of you like this.
Yeah, you're lost. Lost in the heat of it all.
Girl you know you're lost. Lost in the thrill of it all.
Miami and Amsterdam, Turkey and Spain, lost.
Los Angeles to India, lost on a train of thoughts.
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace.
Hand me my triple A's, I can't wait to work I got for you girl.
No I don't really wish, I don't wish to take this for sure.
No, have I ever, have I ever want you to pick up?
You're lost.
Lost in the heat of it all.
Girl you know you're lost. Lost in the thrill of it all.
Miami and
Amsterdam, Turkey and Spain, lost.
Los Angeles to India, lost on a train of thoughts.
She's at the store. 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. Someday.
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, n-nothing wrong with the life.
Nothing wrong with another sharp plane ride, through the sky.
You and I. You're lost. Lost in the heat of it all.
Girl you know you're lost. Lost in the thrill of it all.
Miami and Amsterdam,
Turkey and Spain, lost.
Los Angeles to India, lost on a train of thoughts.
English translation
Double D, big four press on my bed.
Triple A, cutting with the love I got for the girl.
And I just wanna know, why you ain't been home after work?
Boss ain't working you like this. He can't take care of you like this.
Yeah, you're lost. Lost in the heat of it all.
Girl you know you're lost. Lost in the thrill of it all.
Miami and Amsterdam, Turkey and Spain, lost.
Los Angeles to India, lost on a train of thoughts.
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace.
Hand me my triple A's, I can't wait to work I got for you girl.
No I don't really wish, I don't wish to take this for sure.
No, have I ever, have I ever want you to pick up?
You're lost.
Lost in the heat of it all.
Girl you know you're lost. Lost in the thrill of it all.
Miami and
Amsterdam, Turkey and Spain, lost.
Los Angeles to India, lost on a train of thoughts.
She's at the store. 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. Someday.
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, n-nothing wrong with the life.
Nothing wrong with another sharp plane ride, through the sky.
You and I. You're lost. Lost in the heat of it all.
Girl you know you're lost. Lost in the thrill of it all.
Miami and Amsterdam,
Turkey and Spain, lost.
Los Angeles to India, lost on a train of thoughts.