Frank Ocean 



 Pink Matter



 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 Buu

 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 Majin Buu

 Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you

 My god, giving me pleasure

 Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure

 Pleasure over matter



 [André 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 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 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 knock knock on wood



 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 on wood



 Well frankly when that ocean so mahfuckin' good

 Make her swab the mahfuckin' wood

 Make her walk the mahfuckin' plank

 Make her rob a mahfuckin' bank

 With no mask on and a rusty revolver