This is so fun, I should do this more often How do I tran'? Oof Ooh, yeah, oh-yeah-ooh-ooh Yeah-yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh, no-no-no No, no Pink matter, pink matter, mm What do you think my brain is made for Is it just a container for the mind? That soft pink matter, oh 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 Pleasure, pleasure, oh-oh-mm What if the sky and the stars are for show And the aliens are watching live From the purple matter? Oh, I, oh-oh no Sensei went quiet then violent Then we sparred until we both grew tired Then nothing mattered Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you My God, giving me pleasure Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter Yeah, that's my track, man Out of all of "Channel Orange" It's probably that, whew Yeah Mm, oh yeah Welcome to 525 This is the show where do songs lives Um, it also seems to be a service for all of us Frank Ocean fans that are in mourning constantly I can bring him back to life somewhat I wouldn't set up anything I cannot sing