Andre 3000 - Pink Matter lyrics

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean] 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, oh oh Close my eyes and fall into you My god she's giving me pleasure [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] 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, oh oh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you My god giving me pleasure Pleasure pleasure pleasure Pleasure over matter [Verse 3: 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 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 bu*ter 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 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 [Bridge] Grey matter Blue used to be my favorite color Now I ain't got no choice Blue matter [Outro: André 3000] You're good at being bad You're bad at being good For heaven's sakes go to hell Nah 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 Well frankly when that ocean so mu'f**ing good Make her swab the mu'f**ing wood Make her walk the mu'f**ing plank Make her rob a mu'f**ing bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver