[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
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, 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

My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure over matter


[Verse 2 - Big Boi]
Doesn't matter if she want to be with me

So it's cool
I'mma make her call me B.B. King because I give her the blues
But not on purpose, though

She was the perfect ho
-stess, when I come over, we would do the grossest
Most beautifulest things on a bed of roses

It would be the coldest when you hit the hardwood floor
We sippin' Yak, lime mimosas
She's in my ^!$$%'s lap, going ham like she supposed to

And she could make it clap if I told her
Or make her $$# spread like the back of a cobra's
Down there in her !@%$ like a soldier(?)

A G.I. Joe, man
See me, I go in
Ask a (*##$, ^!$$%

Yeah, that ^!$$% goes up in it
Like smoke from a chimney
Slow stroke, cause she feeling me

Up in her, ^!$$%
Killin' me softly, raw dog she wants me
Strong and black like her coffee

Get off me
Act a donkey, I pin her tail to the mattress
I've been a player

Make her go from classy to nasty

[Verse 3 - André 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 sitting 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

[Bridge]

Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain't got no choice
Blue matter


[Outro - Frank Ocean]
You're good at being bad
You're bad at being good
For heaven's sakes go to hell
Nah knock on wood

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


[Outro - Andre 3000]
Well frankly when that ocean so muphucking good
Make her swab the muphucking wood
Make her walk the muphucking plank
Make her rob a muphucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver