Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
James Blake
James Blake
Vocals
Chuck Senrick
Chuck Senrick
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
James Litherland
James Litherland
Songwriter
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
Dominic Maker
Dominic Maker
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Douglas Ford
Douglas Ford
Songwriter
Elliott Baker
Elliott Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Producer
James Blake
James Blake
Producer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Dominic Maker
Dominic Maker
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Have you ever been lost?
Have you ever been lost?
Forever
[Verse 1]
Lost on islands, driven in boat cars
Just bring your girl, feel like she both ours
Young Black **** 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
Took her through the Hills at noon, she felt the—
And how wonderful, how wonderful
Baby girl think she in Honolu'
How wonderful, how wonderful
Don't you know you in the I-5 loop?
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?
[Verse 2]
Ayo, whip the cocaine till the pot bust (Till the pot bust)
You was on the porch, I was locked up (I was locked up)
Two-tone Maybach truck with the MAC-12 (Skrrt)
Think 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 (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 **** go get it (Make a **** go get it)
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)
[Verse 3]
First one to pop, first to earn the stripes (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 in her insides, but I can't commit
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: Alan Maman, Alvin Worthy, Chuck Senrick, Dominic Maker, Douglas Ford, Elliott Baker, Jacques Bermon Webster II, James Blake, James Litherland
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