Nine Six Kid - Pink Matter Remix (Nine Six Kid) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: 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, oh oh
Close my eyes and fall into you
My god she’s giving me pleasure

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
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, oh oh
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter

[Verse 3: Nine Six Kid]
Spent my whole summer thinking about you
Blaring Channel Orange outta my room
It was meant to help ease the pain
I just wanna see you again
Every time we talked I felt great
Flip through the yearbook to see your face
That smile you had looking my way
I can think about that smile girl all day
Hand holding has been on my mind like always
Give a fuck about pussy it don’t even matter
All I want is you, you know that’s the truth
You’re so beautiful but I don’t wanna be with you boo
You should know I dedicate my first tape to you
The shit’s fiction but the feelings are true
I wrote this tape because I had to
I’ve got nothing so what do I have to lose
Music is therapy the only shrink that’ll listen
10 songs that means 10 long sessions
And I pray to god someone pays attention
The stress is crazy impressing Danny Brown
If he approves then I’ll be proud
Go around town playin’ my tape out loud
Flow’s fast ‘cause my frantic thoughts don’t slow down
Wait now I’m back, you’re still not around
Maybe I’m just over thinking shit
I should change my matter from grey to pink
After the sweet release I’ll be all better
*censored* I should stop putting you over pleasure

[Verse 4: André 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

[Bridge]
Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain't got no choice
Blue matter

[Outro: André 3000]
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