conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called LOST FOREVER with the following description: “LOST FOREVER,” one of the most highly anticipated snippets on UTOPIA sees the Houston native, Travis Scott, portray his feelings of being lost in a utopia on top of a weary sample of Chuck Senrick’s 1976, “Don’t Be So Nice.”
  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 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. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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 wouldn't doubt it
  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]
  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 nigga shot somethin' (Ah)
  Put it to your face, watch a motherfucker blow (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
  Daytona, different color face on the Ro' (Ah)
  Ten on his head, he be dead by the mornin' (By the mornin')
  I can get thirty 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 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, brrt, boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
  [Verse 2: Travis Scott & 
  Westside Gunn
  ]
  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 (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