Frank Ocean - Pink Matter (feat. André 3000) Lyrics
[Frank Ocean]And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for meWhat do you think my brain is made forIs it just a container for the mindThis great great matterSensei replied what is your womanIs she just a container for the childThat soft pink matterCotton candy Majin BuuClose my eyes and fall into youMy god she's giving me pleasureWhat if the sky and the stars are for showAnd the aliens are watching liveFrom the purple matterSensei went quiet then violentAnd we sparred until we both grew tiredNothing matteredCotton candy Majin BuuDim the lights and fall into you, you, youMy god, giving me pleasurePleasure, pleasure, pleasurePleasure over matter[Andre 3000]Since you been goneI been having withdrawalsYou were such a habit to callI ain't myself at all had to tell myself nawShe's better with some fella with a regular jobI didn't wanna get her involvedBy dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin in aweHops into my car drove farFar's too close and I rememberMy memories no sharpButter knife what a life anywayI'm building y'all a clock stopWhat am I HemingwayShe had the kind of bodyThat would probably intimidateAny of 'em that were un-southernNot me cousinIf models are made for modelingThick girls are made for cuddlin'Switch worlds and we can huddle thenWho needs another friendI need to hold your handYou'd need no other manWe'd flee to other landsGrey matterBlue used to be my favorite colorNow I ain't got no choiceBlue matterYou're good at being badYou're bad at being goodFor heaven sakes go to hellKnock, knock on wood, heyYou're good at being badYou're bad at being goodFor heaven sakes go to hellKnock on woodFor heaven sakes go to hellKnock, knock, knock, knock on woodWell frankly when that Ocean so muphuckin goodMake her swab the mutha*****in woodMake her walk the mutha*****in plankMake her rob a mutha*****in bankWith no mask on and a rusty revolver
