[Intro: Chuck Senrick & James Blake]
Lost, have you ever been lost?
Forever
Lost, forever
And how wonderful, how wonderful
Wonderful, how wonderful (Lost)
How wonderful, how wonderful
How you are, forever

[Verse 1: Travis Scott, James Blake, & Chuck Senrick]
Lost on islands, driven in boat cars
Just bring your girl, feel like she both ours
Young black n***a 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) (She 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? (Fit in the coupe, fit in the coupe) (How wonderful, 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)
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn & James Blake]
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 MAC-12 (Skrrt, MAC-12)
Think a n***a 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 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 in South Beach with the poles in the Rolls (Skrrt, boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Good to see ya dudes, alligators on the toes (Ah)
Fashion week, I almost tripped two bitches (Ah)
Hundred-round drum, make a n***a go get it (Make a n***a go get it, grrt)
John L. Sullivan, bucket while we drillin’ (Drillin, drillin, drillin)

[Outro: James Blake]
How you are, forever