Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pink Matter, artist - Frank Ocean. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pink Matter |
| 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 |
| 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, you, you |
| My God, giving me pleasure |
| Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure |
| Pleasure over matter |
| 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 sittin' in awe |
| Hopped into my car drove far |
| Far’s too close and I remember |
| My memories 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 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 |
| 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 |
| Knock knock on wood |
| You’re good at being bad |
| 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 mahfuckin' good |
| Make her swab the mahfuckin' wood |
| Make her walk the mahfuckin' plank |
| Make her rob a mahfuckin' bank |
| With no mask on and a rusty revolver |