Pink Matter (feat. Frank Ocean)

André 3000

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    And the peaches and the mangos that 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 Boo, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you
    My God, she's giving me pleasure
    What on Earth?

    What if the sky and the stars are for show
    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

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    Cotton candy, Majin Boo, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
    My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure
    Pleasure, pleasure
    Pleasure over matter

    (Hey, hey)

    Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals
    You were such a habit to call
    I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself: Naw
    She better with some fella with a regular job
    I didn't wanna get her involved
    By dinner, Mister Benjamin was sittin' in awe
    Hopped into my car, drove far
    Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp
    Butter knife, what a life, anyway
    I'm buildin' y'all a clock, stop, what am I? Hemingway?
    She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate
    Any of 'em that were unsouthern, not me, cousin
    If models are made for modelin'
    Thick girls are made for cuddlin'
    Switch worlds and 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 (yeah)
    You're bad at being good (yeah)
    For heaven's sakes, go to hell (yeah)
    Nah, knock on wood, hey

    You're good at being bad (you're bad at being good)
    For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock on wood)
    For heaven's sakes, go to hell
    Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood

    Well, frankly, when that ocean so mu'fucking good
    Make her swab the mu'fucking wood
    Make her walk the mu'fucking plank
    Make her rob a mu'fucking bank
    With no mask on and a rusty revolver

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    Composition: Frank Ocean and Andre 3000

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