[Intro: Frank Ocean]

And the peaches and the mangos

That you could sell for me

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]

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

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]

Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ohh

Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you

My God, she's giving me pleasure

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]

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

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]

Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh

Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you

My God, giving me pleasure

Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure

Pleasure over matter

[Verse 3: André 3000]

(Hey, hey)

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

[Bridge: Frank Ocean]

Grey matter

Blue used to be my favorite color

Now I ain't got no choice

Blue matter

[Outro: André 3000]

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

For heaven's sakes, go to hell, nah, knock on wood, 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 mu'fucking good

Make her swab the mu'fucking wood

Make her walk the mu'fucking plank

Make her rob a mu'fucking bank

With no mask on and a rusty revolver