CAPO 3
Intro:

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Dm (xx0231@1)                       EmWhat (022000@1)do you think my brain is made for
     AmIs (x02210@1)it just a container for the mind
      Dm (xx0231@1)                Em (022000@1)      AmThis (x02210@1)great grey matter
Dm (xx0231@1)               EmSensei (022000@1)replied what is your woman
       Am (x02210@1)                                       
Is she just a container for the child 
   Dm (xx0231@1)                    Em (022000@1) 
That soft pink matter
               AmCotton (x02210@1)candy Majin Buu
 Dm (xx0231@1)                    Em (022000@1)             AmClose (x02210@1)my eyes and fall into you
Dm (xx0231@1)                   Em (022000@1)                AmMy (x02210@1)god shes giving me pleasure

Dm (xx0231@1)                          EmWhat (022000@1)if the sky and the stars are for show
             AmAnd (x02210@1)the aliens are watching live
             Dm (xx0231@1)          Em (022000@1)      AmFrom (x02210@1)the purple matter
Dm (xx0231@1)                       Em (022000@1)         
Sensei went quiet then violent
            Am (x02210@1)                                          
And we sparred until we both grew tired 
Dm (xx0231@1)                 Em (022000@1)     
Nothing mattered
            AmCotton (x02210@1)candy Majin Buu
Dm (xx0231@1)                Em (022000@1)        Am (x02210@1) 
Dim the lights and fall into you
                            DmMy (xx0231@1)god giving me pleasure
               Em (022000@1)                   AmPleasure (x02210@1)pleasure pleasure
Dm (xx0231@1)                 Em (022000@1)     AmPleasure (x02210@1)over matter

Then just repeat Dm Em Am for the rest of the song!

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I aint myself at all had to tell myself naw
Shes better with some fella with a regular job
I didnt wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Fars too close and I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife, what a life, anyway
Im building yall 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
Youd 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

Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens sakes go to hell
Nah knock on wood
Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so motherfucking good
Make her swab the motherfucking wood
Make her walk the motherfucking plank
Make her rob a motherfucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver