Pink Matter Lyrics - Channel Orange - 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 

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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, oh, oh 

Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you 

My God, giving me pleasure 

Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure 

Pleasure over matter 

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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 

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 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 

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'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'fucking good 

Make her swab the mu'fucking wood 

Make her walk the mu'fucking plank 

Make her rob a mu'fucking bank 

With no mask on and a rusty revolver