Pink Matter
By Frank Ocean
2012
4:28
Official Music Video
Pink Matter by Frank Ocean
Lyrics & Translation
English
And the peaches and the mangoes
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
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, oh, oh
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
My God, giving me pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure over matter
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 modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddling
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, nah, knock on wood, hey
You're good at being bad (You're bad at being good)
For heaven's sakes, go to hell
For heaven's sakes, go to hell
Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood
Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfucking good
Make her swab the motherfucking wood
Make her walk the motherfucking plank
Make her rob a motherfucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Pink Matter by Frank Ocean
Pink Matter* (original Frank Ocean)
And the peaches and the mangoes
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
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, oh, oh
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
My God, giving me pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure over matter
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 modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddling
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, nah, knock on wood, hey
You're good at being bad (You're bad at being good)
For heaven's sakes, go to hell
For heaven's sakes, go to hell
Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood
Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfucking good
Make her swab the motherfucking wood
Make her walk the motherfucking plank
Make her rob a motherfucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
Pink Matter (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Y los duraznos y los mangos
Que podrías vender por mí
¿Para qué crees que está hecho mi cerebro?
¿Es solo un contenedor para la mente?
Esta gran materia gris
El Sensei respondió: "¿Qué es tu mujer?
¿Es solo un contenedor para el niño?"
Esa suave materia rosa
Algodón de azúcar, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh
Cierro mis ojos y caigo en ti, ti, ti
Dios mío, ella me está dando placer
¿Y si el cielo y las estrellas son un espectáculo
Y los alienígenas están mirando en vivo
¿Desde la materia púrpura?
El Sensei se quedó callado y luego violento
Y peleamos hasta que ambos nos cansamos
Nada importó
Algodón de azúcar, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh
Apago las luces y caigo en ti, ti, ti
Dios mío, dándome placer
Placer, placer, placer
Placer sobre la materia
Hey, hey
Desde que te fuiste, he tenido abstinencia
Eras un hábito tan grande de llamar
No soy yo mismo para nada, tuve que decirme: "No
Ella está mejor con algún tipo con un trabajo normal."
No quería involucrarla
Para la cena, el Sr. Benjamin estaba sentado asombrado
Salté a mi coche; conduje lejos
Lejos es demasiado cerca y recuerdo que mi memoria no es nítida
Cuchillo de mantequilla, qué vida, de todos modos
Les estoy construyendo un reloj, alto, ¿qué soy, Hemingway?
Ella tenía el tipo de cuerpo que probablemente intimidaría
A cualquiera que no fuera del sur, a mí no, primo
Si las modelos están hechas para modelar
Las chicas con curvas están hechas para abrazar
Cambiemos de mundos y luego podemos acurrucarnos
¿Quién necesita otro amigo? Necesito tomar tu mano
No necesitarías a ningún otro hombre, huiríamos a otras tierras
Materia gris
El azul solía ser mi color favorito
Ahora no tengo elección
Materia azul
Eres buena siendo mala, eres mala siendo buena
Por el amor de Dios, vete al infierno, nah, toca madera, hey
Eres buena siendo mala (Eres mala siendo buena)
Por el amor de Dios, vete al infierno
Por el amor de Dios, vete al infierno
Toca, toca, toca, toca madera
Bueno, francamente, cuando ese océano es tan jodidamente bueno
Haz que friegue la jodida madera
Haz que camine por la jodida tabla
Haz que robe un jodido banco
Sin máscara y con un revólver oxidado
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