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letra de pink matter (remix) - frank ocean

[intro: frank ocean]
and the peaches and the mangos
that you could sell for me

[verse 1: frank ocean]
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, ohh
close my eyes and fall into you, you, 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, oh, oh
dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
my god, giving me pleasure
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
pleasure over matter

[verse 3: 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 beautiful-est things on a bed of roses
it would be the coldest when you hit the hardwood floor
we sippin’ ‘gnac, not mimosas
she’s in my naked lap, goin’ ham like she supposed to
and she could make it clap if i told her
or make her -ss spread like the back of a cobra
standin’ at attention like a soldier
a g.i. joe, man, see, me, i go in (ask a b-tch, n-gga)
yeah, that n-gga goes up in it
like smoke through a chimney
slow stroke, ’cause she feelin’ me up in her, n-gga
k!llin’ 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 cl-ssy to nasty
nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty (ha, ha, ha)
to sloosh

[verse 4: andré 3000]
hey, hey
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 memory’s no sharp
b-tter 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: frank ocean]
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 h-ll, nah, knock on wood, hey
you’re good at being bad (you’re bad at being good)
for heaven’s sakes, go to h-ll
knock, knock, knock, knock on wood
well frankly when that ocean so mu’f-cking good
make her swab the mu’f-cking wood
make her walk the mu’f-cking plank
make her rob a mu’f-cking bank
with no mask on and a rusty revolver

- frank ocean

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