Frank Ocean – Pink Matter (Guitar)

Em7             A7/C#
And the peaches and the mangos

        Bm                  B
That you could sell for me

Em7                    A7/C#
What do you think my brain is made for

     Bm
Is it just a container for the mind?

       Em7             A7/C# Bm B
This great grey matter

Em7              A7/C#
Sensei replied, "What is your woman?

      Bm
Is she just a container for the child?"

         Em7          A7/C#
That soft pink matter

        Bm      B        Em7     A7
Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ohh

         Bm/F#             Bm     Em7   A7/C#
Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you

    B   B/D#         Em7     A7
My God, she's giving me pleasure

Em7                    A7/C#
What if the sky and the stars are for show

      Bm
And the aliens are watching live

         Em7           A7/C# Bm B
From the purple matter?

Em7               A7/C#
Sensei went quiet then violent

       Bm
And we sparred until we both grew tired

     Em7        A7/C#
Nothing mattered

      Bm        B            Em7     A7
Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh

        Bm/F#              Bm     Em7   A7/C# Bm
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you

B B/D#            Em7   A
My God, giving me pleasure

Bm/F# Bm      Em7    A7   
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure

Bm/F#    B   
Pleasure over matter

B
Hey, hey

Em7                  
Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals

A7/C#
You were such a habit to call

Bm                  
I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw

Bm                  
She better with some fella with a regular job"

Em7                  
I didn't wanna get her involved

A7
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe

Bm                  
Hopped into my car; drove far

B                  
Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp

Em7                  
Butter knife, what a life, anyway

A7/C#
I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?

Bm                  
She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate

Bm                  
Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin

Em7                  
If models are made for modelin'

A7
Thick girls are made for cuddlin'

Bm                  
Switch worlds and we can huddle then

B
Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand

B/D#
You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands

Bm         Em7 A7 Bm B Em7 A7/C# Bm
Grey matter

Bm
Blue used to be my favorite color

Em7                      A7
Now I ain't got no choice

Bm        B/D#
Blue matter

Em7                    A7/C#     Bm
You're good at being bad, you're bad at being good

    Em7                       A7     Bm          B/D#
For heaven's sakes, go to hell, nah, knock on wood, hey

       Em7                       A7/C#
You're good at being bad (You're bad at being good)

    Gm
For heaven's sakes, go to hell

    Em7                   A7
For heaven's sakes, go to hell

       Bm                          B
Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood

Em7                      A7
Well, frankly, when that ocean so mu'fucking good

Bm
Make her swab the mu'fucking wood

Em7                      A7
Make her walk the mu'fucking plank

Bm
Make her rob a mu'fucking bank

Em7                      A
With no mask on and a rusty revolver