Pink Matter (Album Version|Explicit)
Frank Ocean"Pink Matter (Album Version|Explicit)" is a song by Frank Ocean, released in 2012 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:24 long and contains 62 lines and 356 words.
0:10And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me
0:16What do you think my brain is made for
0:20Is it just a container for the mind
0:23This great great matter
0:32Sensei replied what is your woman
0:36Is she just a container for the child
0:39That soft pink matter
0:43Cotton candy Majin Buu
0:51Close my eyes and fall into you
1:01My god she's giving me pleasure
1:14What if the sky and the stars are for show
1:24And the aliens are watching live
1:27From the purple matter
1:36Sensei went quiet then violent
1:40And we sparred until we both grew tired
1:44Nothing mattered
1:47Cotton candy Majin Buu
1:55Dim the lights and fall into you you you
2:06My god giving me pleasure
2:13Pleasure pleasure pleasure
2:21Pleasure over matter
2:40Since you been gone
2:41I been having withdrawals
2:43You were such a habit to call
2:44I ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw
2:46She's better with some fella with a regular job
2:48I didn't wanna get her involved
2:50By dinner Mr Benjamin was sittin in awe
2:52Hops into my car drove far
2:53Far's too close and I remember
2:54My memories no sharp
2:56Butter knife what a life anyway
2:57I'm building y'all a clock stop
2:58What am I Hemingway
2:59She had the kind of body
3:00That would probably intimidate
3:01Any of 'em that were un-southern
3:03Not me cousin
3:04If models are made for modeling
3:05Thick girls are made for cuddlin'
3:06Switch worlds and we can huddle then
3:08Who needs another friend
3:09I need to hold your hand
3:10You'd need no other man
3:11We'd flee to other lands
3:18Grey matter
3:34Blue used to be my favorite color
3:37Now I ain't got no choice
3:40Blue matter
3:44You're good at being bad
3:48You're bad at being good
3:52For heaven sakes go to hell
3:56Knock knock on wood hey
4:00You're good at being bad
4:03You're bad at being good
4:08For heaven sakes go to hell
4:12Knock on wood
4:16Well frankly when that Ocean so muphuckin good
4:18Make her swab the muthaf**kin wood
4:20Make her walk the muthaf**kin plank
4:22Make her rob a muthaf**kin bank
4:24With no mask on and a rusty revolver
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 great 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 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 Hops 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 sakes go to hell Knock knock on wood hey You're good at being bad You're bad at being good For heaven sakes go to hell Knock on wood Well frankly when that Ocean so muphuckin good Make her swab the muthaf**kin wood Make her walk the muthaf**kin plank Make her rob a muthaf**kin bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver
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