Lost - Frank Ocean
[Intro]
Gm/Bb/D#/Bb
[Verse 1]
Gm
Double D
Bb
Big full breasts on my baby (Yo we goin' to Florida)
D#
Triple weight
Bb
Couldn't weight the love I've got for the girl
Gm
And I just wanna know
Bb
Why you ain't been goin' to work
D#
Boss ain't workin' you like this
Bb
He can't take care of you like this
[Hook]
Gm
Now you're lost
Bb
Lost in the heat of it all
D#
Girl you know you're lost
Bb
Lost in the thrill of it all
Gm
Miami, Amsterdam
Bb
Tokyo, Spain, lost
D#
Los Angeles, India
Bb
Lost on a train, lost
[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weight the work I got on your girl (Too weird to live, too weird to die)
No I don't really wish
I don't wish the titties would show
No, have I ever
Have I ever let you get caught?
[Hook]
Gm
Now you're lost
Bb
Lost in the heat of it all
D#
Girl you know you're lost
Bb
Lost in the thrill of it all
Gm
Miami, Amsterdam
Bb
Tokyo, Spain, lost
D#
Los Angeles, India
Bb
Lost on a train, lost
[Verse 3]
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 (Nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' wrong)
No nothin' wrong with a lie
Nothin' wrong with another short plane ride
(Nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' wrong)
Through the sky (Up in the sky)
You and I (Just you and I)
[Hook]
Gm
Now you're lost
Bb
Lost in the heat of it all
D#
Girl you know you're lost
Bb
Lost in the thrill of it all
Gm
Miami, Amsterdam
Bb
Tokyo, Spain, lost
D#
Los Angeles, India
Bb
Lost on a train, lost
[Outro]
Love lost (x7)
