And the peaches and the mangos That 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, oh Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you My God, she's giving me pleasure Oh, no, no 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 We sparred until we both grew tired Nothing mattered Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh 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 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 memory's 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 modelin' 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, hey You're good at being bad (you're bad at being good) You're bad at being good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell, knock on wood) For heaven's sakes, go to hell Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood Well, frankly, when that ocean so muhfucking good Make her swab the muhfucking wood Make her walk the muhfucking plank Make her rob a muhfucking bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver
I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee thisss song so fricken much like it made me realise that my talking stage is kinda ass and boring and not my type at all I deserve better 👩🏽🦲
I SCREAMED WHY DID I SCREAMMAMAM
I did the exact same but without the ‘S’
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@@eggsbenedict3732😮
0:41 I wanted to slide down a WALL 😭 why does it SOUND SO GOOD
Got me feeling all emotional and heavenly 🤧🤧🤧
1:25 is for the second chorus (best part of the song imo)
Damn😔✋️perfection😫
sounds different. really good
And the peaches and the mangos
That 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, oh
Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you
My God, she's giving me pleasure
Oh, no, no
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
We sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh
Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh
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 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 memory's 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 modelin'
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, hey
You're good at being bad (you're bad at being good)
You're bad at being good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell, knock on wood)
For heaven's sakes, go to hell
Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood
Well, frankly, when that ocean so muhfucking good
Make her swab the muhfucking wood
Make her walk the muhfucking plank
Make her rob a muhfucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
PLEASSUUREEEE OVA MATTER
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PLEASUREEEEEEEWE
I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee thisss song so fricken much like it made me realise that my talking stage is kinda ass and boring and not my type at all I deserve better 👩🏽🦲
where is that picture from
honestly I just found it randomly on the internet but here is a higher resolution version: pbs.twimg.com/media/FOuiRL1XEAYtnm3?format=jpg&name=medium
@@moooone thank you so much
@@ehrenperle728 Moment mal woher kenn ich dich ????? Bist du nicht diese moderaten von tiktok ????
@@ehrenperle728 dein Gesicht kommt mir so bekannt vor
@@Seyit-Mehmet ja genau hahahaha hä wie heisst du auf tiktok und von welchem live?
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