Pink Matter (Boddhi Satva Ancestral Soul remix)
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⏱️ 6:12 duration
🆔 ID: 8693282
📜 Lyrics
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 maajin bu
Dim the lights and fall into you
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter
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 sittin' 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
Knock 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 muhfuckin' good
Make her swab the muhfuckin' wood
Make her walk the muhfuckin' plank
Make her rob a muhfuckin' bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
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 maajin bu
Dim the lights and fall into you
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter
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 sittin' 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
Knock 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 muhfuckin' good
Make her swab the muhfuckin' wood
Make her walk the muhfuckin' plank
Make her rob a muhfuckin' bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.77] And the peaches and the mangos
[00:11.92] You could sell for me
[00:16.13] What do you think my brain is made for
[00:20.04] Is it just a container for the mind
[00:23.83] This great grey matter
[00:32.20] Sensei replied what is your woman
[00:35.90] Is she just a container for the child
[00:39.59] That soft pink matter
[00:43.56] Cotton candy Majin Buu
[00:51.56] Close my eyes and fall into you
[01:01.53] My god she's giving me pleasure
[01:20.04] What if the sky and the stars are for show
[01:24.04] And the aliens are watching live
[01:27.82] From the purple matter
[01:35.97] Sensei went quiet then violent
[01:39.98] And we sparred until we both grew tired
[01:43.90] Nothing mattered
[01:47.44] Cotton candy maajin bu
[01:55.30] Dim the lights and fall into you
[02:05.87] My god giving me pleasure
[02:12.86] Pleasure pleasure pleasure
[02:21.77] Pleasure over matter
[03:27.87] Since you been gone
[03:28.83] I been having withdrawals
[03:29.90] You were such a habit to call
[03:31.93] I ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw
[03:33.90] She's better with some fella with a regular job
[03:35.82] I didn't wanna get her involved
[03:37.93] By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe
[03:39.94] Hopped into my car drove far
[03:41.34] Far's too close and I remember
[03:42.81] My memories no sharp
[03:44.06] Butter knife what a life anyway
[03:44.68] I'm building y'all a clock stop
[03:46.76] What am I Hemingway
[03:47.69] She had the kind of body
[03:48.67] That would probably intimidate
[03:49.55] Any of 'em that were un-southern
[03:51.08] Not me cousin
[03:51.94] If models are made for modeling
[03:53.52] Thick girls are made for cuddlin'
[03:54.82] Switch worlds and we can huddle then
[03:56.48] Who needs another friend
[03:57.47] I need to hold your hand
[03:58.54] You'd need no other man
[03:59.56] We'd flee to other lands
[04:05.95] Grey matter
[04:26.74] Blue used to be my favorite color
[04:27.30] Now I ain't got no choice
[04:28.37] Blue matter
[04:32.31] You're good at being bad
[04:35.97] You're bad at being good
[04:40.03] For heaven's sakes go to hell
[04:43.68] Knock knock on wood
[04:47.81] You're good at being bad
[04:51.85] You're bad at being good
[04:53.22] For heaven's sakes go to hell
[04:59.51] Knock knock knock knock on wood
[05:04.27] Well frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin' good
[05:06.46] Make her swab the muhfuckin' wood
[05:08.36] Make her walk the muhfuckin' plank
[05:10.31] Make her rob a muhfuckin' bank
[05:12.38] With no mask on and a rusty revolver
[05:15.62]
[00:11.92] You could sell for me
[00:16.13] What do you think my brain is made for
[00:20.04] Is it just a container for the mind
[00:23.83] This great grey matter
[00:32.20] Sensei replied what is your woman
[00:35.90] Is she just a container for the child
[00:39.59] That soft pink matter
[00:43.56] Cotton candy Majin Buu
[00:51.56] Close my eyes and fall into you
[01:01.53] My god she's giving me pleasure
[01:20.04] What if the sky and the stars are for show
[01:24.04] And the aliens are watching live
[01:27.82] From the purple matter
[01:35.97] Sensei went quiet then violent
[01:39.98] And we sparred until we both grew tired
[01:43.90] Nothing mattered
[01:47.44] Cotton candy maajin bu
[01:55.30] Dim the lights and fall into you
[02:05.87] My god giving me pleasure
[02:12.86] Pleasure pleasure pleasure
[02:21.77] Pleasure over matter
[03:27.87] Since you been gone
[03:28.83] I been having withdrawals
[03:29.90] You were such a habit to call
[03:31.93] I ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw
[03:33.90] She's better with some fella with a regular job
[03:35.82] I didn't wanna get her involved
[03:37.93] By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe
[03:39.94] Hopped into my car drove far
[03:41.34] Far's too close and I remember
[03:42.81] My memories no sharp
[03:44.06] Butter knife what a life anyway
[03:44.68] I'm building y'all a clock stop
[03:46.76] What am I Hemingway
[03:47.69] She had the kind of body
[03:48.67] That would probably intimidate
[03:49.55] Any of 'em that were un-southern
[03:51.08] Not me cousin
[03:51.94] If models are made for modeling
[03:53.52] Thick girls are made for cuddlin'
[03:54.82] Switch worlds and we can huddle then
[03:56.48] Who needs another friend
[03:57.47] I need to hold your hand
[03:58.54] You'd need no other man
[03:59.56] We'd flee to other lands
[04:05.95] Grey matter
[04:26.74] Blue used to be my favorite color
[04:27.30] Now I ain't got no choice
[04:28.37] Blue matter
[04:32.31] You're good at being bad
[04:35.97] You're bad at being good
[04:40.03] For heaven's sakes go to hell
[04:43.68] Knock knock on wood
[04:47.81] You're good at being bad
[04:51.85] You're bad at being good
[04:53.22] For heaven's sakes go to hell
[04:59.51] Knock knock knock knock on wood
[05:04.27] Well frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin' good
[05:06.46] Make her swab the muhfuckin' wood
[05:08.36] Make her walk the muhfuckin' plank
[05:10.31] Make her rob a muhfuckin' bank
[05:12.38] With no mask on and a rusty revolver
[05:15.62]