Lost - bülow

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