[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 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
[Andre 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'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 For heaven sakes go to hell Knock, knock, knock, 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 revolverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
