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, ooh, ooh, ooh

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, ooh, ooh, oh, oh

Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you

My God, 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, "Nah

She better with some fella with a regular job"

I didn't wanna get her involved

By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe

Hops 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 favourite colour

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 on wood

Hey, hey, hey

You're good at being bad, you're bad at being good

For heaven's sakes go to hell, knock on wood

For heaven's sakes, go to hell

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