Pink Matter – English Lyrics

• By: Frank Ocean, André 3000
• Album: channel ORANGE

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the poetic world of Frank Ocean and André 3000 with 'Pink Matter.' This song is a perfect tool for learning English through philosophical dialogue and abstract metaphors, offering a masterclass in how to express complex emotions and deep intellectual curiosity in a modern musical context.

[English]

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, oh, oh, oh

Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you

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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, oh, oh, ooh, ooh

Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh

My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure

Pleasure, pleasure

Pleasure over matter

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Hey, hey

Since you been gone, I been havin' 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 sittin' 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

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(Grey matter)

...

(Blue used to be my favorite color)

(Now I ain't got no choice)

(Blue matter)

You're good at bein' bad, yeah

You're bad at bein' good, oh

For heaven's sakes, go to hell

Knock, knock on wood, hey

You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)

You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)

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

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

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