[Frank Ocean]
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And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me
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What do you think my brain is made for
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Is it just a container for the mind
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This great great matter
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Sensei replied what is your woman
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Is she just a container for the child
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That soft pink matter
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Cotton candy Majin Buu
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Close my eyes and fall into you
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My god she¡¯s giving me pleasure
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What if the sky and the stars are for show
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And the aliens are watching live
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From the purple matter
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Sensei went quiet then violent
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And we sparred until we both grew tired
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Nothing mattered
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Cotton candy Majin Buu
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Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
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My god, giving me pleasure
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Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
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Pleasure over matter
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[Andre 3000]
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Since you been gone
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I been having withdrawals
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You were such a habit to call
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I ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw
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She¡¯s better with some fella with a regular job
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I didn¡¯t wanna get her involved
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By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin in awe
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Hops into my car drove far
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Far¡¯s too close and I remember
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My memories no sharp
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Butter knife what a life anyway
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I¡¯m building y¡¯all a clock stop
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What am I Hemingway
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She had the kind of body
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That would probably intimidate
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Any of ¡®em that were un-southern
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Not me cousin
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If models are made for modeling
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Thick girls are made for cuddlin¡¯
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Switch worlds and we can huddle then
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Who needs another friend
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I need to hold your hand
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You¡¯d need no other man
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We¡¯d flee to other lands
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Grey matter
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Blue used to be my favorite color
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Now I ain't got no choice
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Blue matter
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You¡¯re good at being bad
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You¡¯re bad at being good
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For heaven sakes go to hell
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Knock, knock on wood, hey
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You're good at being bad
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You're bad at being good
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For heaven sakes go to hell
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Knock on wood
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For heaven sakes go to hell
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Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood
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Well frankly when that Ocean so muphuckin good
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Make her swab the muthafuckin wood
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Make her walk the muthafuckin plank
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Make her rob a muthafuckin bank
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With no mask on and a rusty revolver
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Pink Matter
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Frank Ocean |