Lost (In Isolation)

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