Frank Ocean - Pink Matter

Feat. Andre 3000

And the peaches and the mangos
You could sell for me.
What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind
This great grey matter
Sensei replied what is your woman?
Is she just a container for the child?
That soft pink matter.
Cotton candy, Majin Buu, uh uh uh.
Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you, you
My god, she's giving me pleasure.
Oh, oh oh
What if the sky and the stars are for sure,
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter.
Sensei went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy, Majin Buu, uh uh uh
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, you
My god giving me pleasure, pleasure.
Pleasure pleasure, pleasure over matter.


He-hey, since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw
She's better with some fella with a regular job
I didn't wanna get her involved
By dinner mr. benjamin was sittin in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Far's too close and I remember
My memories no sharp.
Butter knife what a life anyway.
I'm building y'all a clock stop
What am I hemingway
She had the kind of body
That would probably intimidate
Any of ‘em that were un-southern
Not me cousin, if models are made for modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddlin'
Switch worlds & we can huddle then.
Who needs another friend
I need to hold your hand.
You'd need no other man.
We'd flee to other lands.
Grey matter, Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain't got no choice
Blue matter, You're good at being bad
You're bad at being good
For heaven's sakes go to hell.
Knock knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so muphuckin good
Make her swab the muphuckin wood
Make her walk the muphuckin plank
Make her rob a muphuckin bank
With no mask on & a rusty revolver.

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