• Artist: Frank Ocean f/ Andre 3000
• Song Title: Pink Matter
• Album: Channel Orange

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 Maajin Bu
Close my eyes and fall into you
My god she's giving me pleasure

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
Cotton candy Maajin Bu
Dim the lights and fall into you
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter

[Andre 3000]
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 nah
She's better with some fella with a regular job
I didn't wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting 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 cuddling
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 you're bad at being good
For heaven's sakes go to hell knock knock on wood
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

[Andre 3000]
Well frankly when that ocean so muh f***ing good
Make her swab the muh f***ing wood
Make her walk the muh f***ing plank
Make her rob a muh f***ing bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver