[Frank Ocean]
And the peaches & 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 Majin Buu
Close my eyes & fall into you
My god she's giving me pleasure


What if the sky & 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 & fall into 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

Hopped into my car drove far
Far's too close & 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 & 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 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 & a rusty revolver