Pink Matter
Frank OceanVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
Frank Ocean]
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 shes 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
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter
Then just repeat Dm Em Am for the rest of the song!
Andre 3000]
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
Shes better with some fella with a regular job
I didnt wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Fars too close and I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife, what a life, anyway
Im building yall 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
Youd 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
Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens sakes go to hell
Nah knock on wood
Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so motherfucking good
Make her swab the motherfucking wood
Make her walk the motherfucking plank
Make her rob a motherfucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
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Readable chord sheet for Pink Matter by Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean] [Dm]What do you think my brain [Em]is made for Is it[Am] just a container for the mind This g[Dm]reat grey matter [Em] [Am] [Dm]Sensei replied what[Em] is your woman Is she [Am]just a container for the child Tha[Dm]t soft pink matter [Em] Cotton candy Ma[Am]jin Buu C[Dm]lose my eyes and fall in[Em]to you [Am] [Dm]My god shes giving me p[Em]leasure [Am] [Dm]What if the sky and the stars [Em]are for show And the alien[Am]s are watching live From the purp[Dm]le matter [Em] [Am] [Dm]Sensei went quiet then viol[Em]ent And we sparr[Am]ed until we both grew tired [Dm]Nothing mattered [Em] Cotton candy[Am] Majin Buu [Dm]Dim the lights and f[Em]all into you[Am] My god giving me pleasure [Dm] Pleasure pleasu[Em]re pleasure [Am] [Dm]Pleasure over matter [Em] [Am] Then just repeat Dm Em Am for the rest of the song! Andre 3000] 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 Shes better with some fella with a regular job I didnt wanna get her involved By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hopped into my car drove far Fars too close and I remember My memories no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway Im building yall 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 Youd 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 Youre good at being bad Youre bad at being good For heavens sakes go to hell Nah knock on wood Youre good at being bad Youre bad at being good For heavens sakes go to hell Knock knock knock knock on wood Well frankly when that ocean so motherfucking good Make her swab the motherfucking wood Make her walk the motherfucking plank Make her rob a motherfucking bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver