โหลดเพลง mp3 Pink Matter - 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 great matter

Sensei replied what is your woman
Is she just a container for the child
That soft pink matter

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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

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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
Hops 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 sakes go to hell

Knock, knock on wood, hey
You're good at being bad

You're bad at being good

For heaven sakes go to hell

Knock on wood

Well frankly when that Ocean so muphuckin good

Make her swab the muthafuckin wood

Make her walk the muthafuckin plank
Make her rob a muthafuckin bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver

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