(Big Boi). Remix!. (Frank Ocean). And the peaches and the mangos. 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. Close my eyes and fall into 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. Dim the lights and fall into you. My god giving me pleasure. Pleasure pleasure pleasure. Pleasure over matter. (Big Boi). Does it matter if she wanna be with ? or cool?. I make her call me BB King cause I give her the blues. not on purpose though she was the perfect hoe. its just when I come over we do the grossest. most beautifullest things on a bed of roses. what the coldest? then we hit the hard wood floor. we sippin yac' not mimosas. she sittin my nigga lap going HAM like she supposed to. and she can make it clap if I told her. or make her ass spread like a back of a cobras. tell her add tities like a soldier G.I.Joe man see me I go in. (yeah that nigga goes up in there). like smoke through a chimney. slow stroke cause she feelin me up in her nigga. killin me softly rolled off she wants me. strong and black like a coffee get off me. act a donkey I pin her tail to the mattress. I been a player make her go from classic to nasty. (nasty nasty nasty). Just loose. (Andre 3000). 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's 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 memories 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 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. 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. You're good at being bad. You're bad at being good. For heaven's sakes go to hell. Knock knock knock knock on wood. Well frankly when that ocean so muphucking good. Make her swab the muphucking wood. Make her walk the muphucking plank. Make her rob a muphucking bank. With no mask on and a rusty revolver