Pink Matter (Live)

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, oh, oh, ohh

Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you

My God, she's giving me pleasure

Uhm, na, na-na-na-nana

Ooh

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, oh, oh, oh, oh

Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you

My God is 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 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 memory's 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 modelin'

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

You're good at being bad

You're bad at being good, yeah-yeah

For heaven's sakes, go to hell, yeah-ah

Knock on wood, oh, yeah-ah

Nana-na-na-na

Nana-na

Nana-na-na-na