Travis Scott, James Blake and Westside Gunn - LOST FOREVER

Have you ever been lost?
Have you ever been lost?
Forever

Lost on islands, driven in boat cars
Just bring your girl, feel like she both ours
Young black nigga work at the Auchans (Auchans)
So how we here trapped on the ocean?
'Bout to go up a level of disrespectful
I'm just one chain away from goin' heavy metal
I'm just one angel away from blockin' out the devil
Just one mountain away from meetin' all my rebels
Too much power, too many hours all in a day
I sent her flowers, ain't talkin roses, I'm talkin' maoda
Ask if she "Ha-ha-ha", I really doubt it (ha-ha-ha)
Took her through the Hills at noon, she felt the- (and how wonderful, how wonderful)
(Shel felt the-, she felt the-)
Baby girl think she in Honolu' (wonderful)
Don't you know you in the I-5 loop? (How wonderful)
How many chickens fit in the coupe? (How wonderful, how wonderful)
Wonderful, she don't wanna leave
She jump up, bounce back like trampoline (have you ever been lost?)
(Like trampoline, like trampoline, like trampoline, like trampoline)

Ayo, whip the cocaine 'til the pot bust ('til the pot bust, ah)
You was on the porch, I was locked up (I was locked up, ah)
Two-tone Maybach truck with the Maxwells (skrrt, Maxwells)
Think a nigga shot somethin' (ah)
Put it to your face, watch a motherfucker blow (boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Daytona, different color face on the road (ah)
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)
Dior goggles, I ain't playin' with you hoes (uh-uh)
Out on South Beach with the poles in the Rolls (skrrt, boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Brought the same dudes, alligators on the toes (ah)
Fashion Week, I almost tripped two bitches (ah)
Hundred-round drum, make a nigga go get it (make a nigga go get it, grrt)
John L Sullivan, bucket while we drillin' (boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Had to sneak my new Glock up in Lenox (ah)
Free Sly Green, he got Wayne Perry digits
Socks Burberry, dick sucks on the visit (ah, brrrt)

First one to pop, first to earn the stripes
Three strikes in, twenty-five to life (uh-uh)
Hyping up the building, hyping up the sights
Whip got the wings of angel kit
I been wanting this shit my whole life, I didn't pray for it
She want me to come into his house but I can't kick it
She want the whole dub-dub E, but I ain't convinced
Never met her she, but she met Sheck, she don't need a prince
Took her off the O into the D, she ain't take offense
Way we got it bouncin' off the boards we making prints
Wait until I step into the floor and then they commence

Written by:
Jacques Webster, James Litherland, Alvin Worthy, Alan Maman, Douglas Ford, Eilliott Baker

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