Scott is supported by two highly encouraged artists, James Blake, who provides additional, soothing vocals, and Westside Gunn who holds his own on a lengthy verse in which he raps about his gangster-like lifestyle, relating it to murders and drugs.
The track was first previewed in Travis' Cactus Jack set for the Dior Summer 2022 fashion show on June 25, 2021. It was later confirmed to be on UTOPIA just hours prior to its release.
LOST FOREVER
Travis Scott Lyrics
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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)
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
In "LOST FOREVER" by Travis Scott, the lyrics reflect on themes of feeling lost and trapped in various aspects of life. The recurring question of "Have you ever been lost?" emphasizes a sense of confusion and disorientation. The opening lines describe being lost on islands, symbolizing a feeling of isolation or being disconnected from reality. The mention of boat cars and bringing a girl along suggests a desire for companionship, but also a feeling that this connection is shared or divided, indicated by the line "feel like she both ours."
The lyrics shift to a reflection on personal struggles, with the mention of working at Auchans and wondering how one ends up trapped on the metaphorical ocean. There is a sense of rebellion and defiance as Travis Scott declares his readiness to go up a level of disrespect and his proximity to a heavier, more rebellious lifestyle. The idea of being one chain away from heavy metal and one angel away from blocking out the devil represents the constant temptation and balancing act between good and evil.
The lyrics also touch on power, suggesting that there is too much power and too many responsibilities in a single day. The mention of sending flowers but not talking about roses indicates a desire to surpass conventional gestures and expectations. The hook "How wonderful, how wonderful" carries a sarcastic tone, implying a sense of irony or disbelief in the situation. The song continues with verses focusing on various topics, including experiences with drugs, violence, and a desire for success.
Line by Line Meaning
Have you ever been lost?
Have you ever felt completely directionless and uncertain?
Have you ever been lost?
Have you ever felt completely directionless and uncertain?
Forever
And will this feeling of being lost continue indefinitely?
Lost on islands, driven in boat cars
Feeling disconnected and adrift, as if navigating unfamiliar territory in unconventional vehicles
Just bring your girl, feel like she both ours
Sharing a romantic partner, blurring the boundaries between individuals
Young black nigga work at the Auchans (Auchans)
A young, African-American man employed in a modest job at Auchans (an unspecified workplace)
So how we here trapped on the ocean?
How did we end up stuck and confined on the vast, endless expanse of the ocean?
'Bout to go up a level of disrespectful
On the verge of escalating our disregard for societal norms
I'm just one chain away from goin' heavy metal
I'm only a single extravagant possession away from embracing a rebellious, rockstar-like lifestyle
I'm just one angel away from blockin' out the devil
I'm just a single guiding force away from warding off negativity and temptation
Just one mountain away from meetin' all my rebels
Only one significant challenge stands between me and being united with my like-minded comrades
Too much power, too many hours all in a day
Overwhelming influence and an excessive number of responsibilities within a single day
I sent her flowers, ain't talkin roses, I'm talkin' maoda
I conveyed my affection to her, not with traditional roses, but with a symbolic gesture that signifies authenticity
Ask if she "Ha-ha-ha", I really doubt it (ha-ha-ha)
I highly doubt she responded with laughter when I inquired
Took her through the Hills at noon, she felt the- (and how wonderful, how wonderful)
Escorted her through a neighborhood during daylight hours, where she experienced an indescribable sensation of bliss
(Shel felt the-, she felt the-)
(She felt the-, she felt the-)
Baby girl think she in Honolu' (wonderful)
The young woman mistakenly believes she is in Honolulu, Hawaii, which she finds delightful
Don't you know you in the I-5 loop? (How wonderful)
Do you not realize you are trapped in the monotonous, repetitive cycle of the I-5 highway? (How wonderful)
How many chickens fit in the coupe? (How wonderful, wonderful)
How many quantities of illegal substances can fit inside the vehicle? (How wonderful)
Wonderful, she don't wanna leave
Incredible, she has no desire to depart
She jump up, bounce back like trampoline (have you ever been lost?)
She leaps up and rebounds like a trampoline, emphasizing her ability to overcome obstacles despite feeling lost
(Like trampoline, like trampoline, like trampoline, like trampoline)
(Similar to a trampoline, possessing the ability to bounce back)
Ayo, whip the cocaine 'til the pot bust ('til the pot bust, ah)
Hey, vigorously mix and stir the cocaine until it reaches its boiling point
You was on the porch, I was locked up (I was locked up, ah)
While you were enjoying leisurely activities on the porch, I was incarcerated
Two-tone Maybach truck with the Maxwells (skrrt, Maxwells)
A two-colored Maybach truck accompanied by individuals named Maxwells
Think a nigga shot somethin' (ah)
Believe that an individual has discharged a firearm
Put it to your face, watch a motherfucker blow (boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Place the weapon directly against your face and observe the consequences of its detonation
Daytona, different color face on the road (ah)
A Daytona luxury sports car with a distinctively colored exterior seen while driving
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
A ten-thousand-dollar bounty placed on someone's life, implying their demise will occur before morning
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
I am willing to undertake illicit activities involving drugs for financial gain
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)
Wearing a long Dior trench coat that reaches the ground
Dior goggles, I ain't playin' with you hoes (uh-uh)
Sporting Dior-branded goggles as a display of wealth and emphasizing his lack of interest in engaging with promiscuous women
Out on South Beach with the poles in the Rolls (skrrt, boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
On South Beach, armed with firearms while driving in a Rolls-Royce vehicle
Brought the same dudes, alligators on the toes (ah)
Bringing along the same group of loyal companions, wearing designer shoes with alligator skin accents
Fashion Week, I almost hit two bitches (ah)
During Fashion Week, I nearly had romantic encounters with two women
Hundred-round drum, make a nigga go get it (make a nigga go get it, grrt)
A drum magazine containing a hundred rounds of ammunition that instigates the urge for someone to obtain it by any means necessary (grrt)
Tribe go to sell a fifth, bucket while we drillin' (boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
The crew engages in illegal activities involving narcotics, simultaneously engaging in reckless behavior (boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Had to sneak my new Glock up in Lenox (ah)
I had to discreetly bring my newly acquired Glock firearm into the Lenox area
Free Sly Green, he got Wayne Perry digits
Expressing a desire for the release of someone named Sly Green, who possesses contact information reminiscent of notorious criminal Wayne Perry
Socks Burberry, dick-sucks on the visit (ah, brrrt)
Wearing Burberry socks, while engaging in oral sex during a visit to a correctional facility (ah, brrrt)
First one to pop, first to earn the stripes
Being the initial individual to engage in violent acts, thus earning a reputation for their actions
Three strikes in, twenty-five to life (uh-uh)
After accumulating three offenses, facing a mandatory prison sentence of twenty-five years to life without parole
Hyping up the building, hyping up the sights
Creating excitement within the environment and generating interest in the surroundings
Whip got the wings of angel kit
The car possesses modifications that make it feel like it has angelic qualities
I been wanting this shit my whole life, I didn't pray for it
I have desired these circumstances for my entire existence, yet I did not request them through prayer
She want me to come into his house but I can't kick it
She desires my presence in someone else's residence, but I am unable to casually spend time there
She want the whole dub-dub E, but I ain't convinced
She wants a large quantity of a certain substance, but I remain skeptical and wary
Never met her she, but she met Sheck, she don't need a prince
Although I have never encountered her, she has crossed paths with rapper Sheck, implying she does not require a fairy-tale romance
Took her off the O into the D, she ain't take offense
Transported her from one location to another, and fortunately, she did not feel insulted or displeased
Way we got it bouncin' off the boards we making prints
The way we successfully navigate through obstacles and challenges, leaving an indelible mark on our surroundings
Wait until I step into the floor and then they commence
Just wait until I enter the scene, and then they will begin to act or start something significant
Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Jacques Webster, James Litherland, Alvin Worthy, Alan Maman, Douglas Ford, Eilliott Baker
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@garrychoudhary371
Part I]
[Intro: Chuck Senrick & James Blake]
Have you ever been lost?
Have you ever been lost?
Forever
[Verse: Travis Scott, James Blake, & Chuck Senrick]
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)
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, wonderful)
Wonderful, she don't wanna leave
She jump up, bounce back like trampoline (Have you ever been lost?)
Part II]
[Verse 1: 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 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 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'ma strut too, bitches (Ah)
Hundred-round drum, make a nigga go get it (Make a nigga go get it, grrt)
Tribe go to sell a fifth, 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 2: Travis Scott & Westside Gunn]
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
Whips 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
[Remove]
Lost, forever
And how wonderful, how wonderful
Wonderful, how wonderful (Lost)
How wonderful, how wonderful
How you are, forever
@calibar5312
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
Lost on islands, driven in boat cars
Just bring your girl, feel like she both ours
Young black nigga work at the 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)
Baby girl think she in Honolu' (Wonderful)
Don't you know you in the I5 loop?
(How wonderful)
How many chickens fit in the coupe?
(How wonderful, wonderful)
Wonderful, she don't wanna leave
She jump up, bounce back like trampoline
(How you are, forever)
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 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) i don't sell beach with the
Poles in the Rolls
(Skrrt, boo boo boo boo boom)
Good to see ya dudes, alligators on the toes
(Ah, and how wonderful, wonderful)
Fashion week I'ma strutt too, bitches
(Ah, wonderful)
Hundred-round drum, make a nigga go get it
(Make a nigga go get it, how wonderful, grrt)
Tribe go to sell a fifth
Bucket while we drillin'
(How wonderful, how wonderful)
How you are, forever
@Morlen1
I heard this snippet only once. Probably one of my favorite songs on this album. Travis deserves all the flowers he gets for this work.
@HosTheBossGamer-sub
He played part of this live when performing mafia
@Morlen1
@@HosTheBossGamer-sub I never watched it 😂 I heard it off Twitter one day and just hoped he either put it out as a single or for the album
@hflores2007
Leak was way better
@ddlegend
@@hflores2007brain washed by the leak😹👎
@frankoceansaveslives
@@hflores2007hell no
@all-caps3927
Westside Gunn, The Alchemist on production, James Blake backing vocals and all of that on a TRAVIS SCOTT album for the mainstream to hear!!! I couldn't be happier this made the final album, this is by far the best song on the album WSG and uncle AL blow this sh*t out the water
@DavidMendoza-pq3ux
Thats what im saying alchemist did his thing fits wsg better
@wruhdget
@SwitchbladeNine Doesn't he say that before every verse? I mean he kills everything, I'm just saying 😂
@MrFreakj
From my side I hate the beat switch and the feature, there is such a mood and then its destroyed