Big Boi - Pink Matter (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean] 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, 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 My god giving me pleasure Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter [Verse 2 - Big Boi] Doesn't matter if she want to be with me So it's cool I make her call me B.B. King because I give her the blues But not on purpose, though She was the perfect ho -stess, when I come over, we would do the grossest Most beautifulest things on a bed of roses It would be the coldest when you hit the hardwood floor We sippin' Yak, not mimosas She's in my naked lap, going ham like she supposed to And she could make it clap if I told her Or make her a** spread like the back of a cobra Standing at attention like a soldier A G.I. Joe, man See me, I go in Ask a b**h, n***a Yeah, that n***a goes up in it Like smoke through a chimney Slow stroke, cause she feeling me Up in her, n***a k**ing me softly, raw dog she wants me Strong and black like her coffee Get off me Act a donkey, I pin her tail to the mattress I've been a player Make her go from cla**y to nasty Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty To sloosh [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'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 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 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 [Bridge] Grey matter Blue used to be my favorite color Now I ain't got no choice Blue matter [Outro - Andre 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 muphucking good Make her swab the muphucking wood Make her walk the muphucking plank Make her rob a muphucking bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver