Frank Ocean – Pink Matter

Album: channel ORANGE

Year: 2012

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 maajin bu
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 maajin bu

Dim the lights and fall into 
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 aint 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 aint 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 knock knock on wood

Well frankly when that ocean so muphuckin good
make her swab the muphuckin wood
make her walk the muphuckin plank
make her rob a muphuckin bank
with no mask on and a rusty revolver