Pink Matter (feat. André 3000)

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, 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, oh Close my eyes and fall into you, you, 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, oh, oh, ooh, ooh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure Pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter Hey, hey Since you been gone, I been havin' 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 sittin' 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 (Grey matter) (Blue used to be my favorite color) (Now I ain't got no choice) (Blue matter) You're good at bein' bad, yeah You're bad at bein' good, oh For heaven's sakes, go to hell Knock, knock on wood, hey You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good) You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell) For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood) Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver