Pink Matter — Frank Ocean

What do you think my brain is made for is it just a container for the mind, this great great matter And sensei replied what is your woman is she just a container for the child that soft pink batter..

cotton candy Majin buu (Whoa Dim the lights and fall into you

Chorus

(You've given me)...you give me pleasure, My God you're giving me pleasure Whoa

What if the sky and the stars are for show and the aliens are watching high, from the purple planet Sensei went quiet then violence and we sparred until we both grew tired nothing mattered..

cotton candy Majin buu (Whoa Dim the lights and fall into you

Chorus

My God you're giving me pleasure, pleasure, pleasure (Ooh) pleasure

Aaah yeah Aaah yeah, yeah, yeah