Frank Ocean — Pink Matter Remix

[Intro: Big Boi & Frank Ocean] Remix 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 Oh, nah, nah [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 & Andre 3000] (Hey, hey) Yeah Doesn't matter if she wanna 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 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 ass 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 bitch, nigga) Yeah, that nigga goes up in it Like smoke through a chimney (Hey, hey) Slow stroke, 'cause she feelin' me up in her, nigga Killin' 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 classy to nasty Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty (Ha, ha, ha) To sloosh (Hey, hey) [Verse 4: 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 Hops into my car, drove far Far’s too close and I remember my memory's no sharp Butterknife, 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 (Yep) You're bad at being good (Oh) For Heaven's sakes, go to Hell Kno-, knock on wood, hey You're good at being bad (You're bad at being good) 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, knock on wood Well frankly when that ocean so muh'fuckin' good Make her swab the muh'fuckin' wood Make her walk the muh'fuckin' plank Make her rob a muh'fuckin' bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver