Pink Matter Chords & Tabs

by Frank Ocean

[Content]
CAPO 3

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Dm                         Em         
What do you think my brain is made for
     Am                            
Is it just a container for the mind
      Dm              Em Am
This great grey matter
Dm                 Em            
Sensei replied what is your woman
       Am                            
Is she just a container for the child
   Dm                Em
That soft pink matter
               Am     
Cotton candy Majin Buu
 Dm                      Em    Am
Close my eyes and fall into you
Dm                     Em     Am
My god shes giving me pleasure
Dm                            Em          
What if the sky and the stars are for show
             Am                 
And the aliens are watching live
             Dm       Em Am
From the purple matter
Dm                         Em 
Sensei went quiet then violent
            Am                         
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Dm              Em
Nothing mattered
            Am        
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Dm                  Em          Am
Dim the lights and fall into you
                         Dm
My god giving me pleasure
               Em         Am
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Dm                  Em Am
Pleasure over matter
[Verse 2: Andre 3000] Just repeat Dm Em Am for the rest of the song!
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I aint myself at all had to tell myself naw
Shes better with some fella with a regular job
I didnt wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Fars too close and I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife, what a life, anyway
Im building yall 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
Youd 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
Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens sakes go to hell
Nah knock on wood
Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens 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