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 maajin bu Dim the lights and fall into 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 naw She's 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 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 Grey matter Blue used to be my favorite color 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 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 Well frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin' good Make her swab the muhfuckin' wood Make her walk the muhfuckin' plank Make her rob a muhfuckin' bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver
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the guitar intro makes me levitate
Feel like I need a hour long version of that ngl
Might be a hot take but this is easily Frank’s most beautiful track.
This version is so good too.
its up there
Not a hot take. Youre right.
Yea it's right alongside White Ferrari for me
Pink + White is also up there. If frank ocean makes a song with pink in the title, it slaps lol
thank u for this amazing the way u slowed it
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 maajin bu
Dim the lights and fall into 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 naw
She's 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 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
Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
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
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
Well frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin' good
Make her swab the muhfuckin' wood
Make her walk the muhfuckin' plank
Make her rob a muhfuckin' bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
thank you for this
2:36 if u wanna go to heaven real quick
indian music is filled with those kind of notes but frank killed it
Beautiful. 🥲
love this bro
Perfect remix ❤
i’m happy we all got to experience this
Amazing
Where are you I love you
For Real!
i was screaming your name through the radio (please tell me someone knows what im talking abt)
I feel like spitting
maybe the tyler was the durden we met along the way
this shi