Chords by George Tye Capo on 1st fret Down strum throughout the whole song. Intro: Em - F#m *, F#m - Bm - Bm For this you strum Em twice, F#m* once, then F#m once and Bm four times. This basic pattern continues throughout the whole song. I tried as hard as I could to line up the chords with the lyrics, but I'll admit it's far from perfect because the song is so irregular. [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] Em F#m * F#m What do you think my brain is made for Bm Is it just a container for the mind Em F#m * F#m Bm This great grey matter Em F#m * F#m Sensei replied what is your woman Bm Is she just a container for the child Em F#m * F#m That soft pink matter Bm B7 Cotton candy Majin Buu Em F#m * F#m Ooooooh - oooooooh - oooh Bm Em F#m * F#m Bm Close my eyes and fall into you Bm 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 Majin Buu Dim the lights and fall into you My god giving me pleasure Pleasure pleasure pleasure Pleasure over matter [Verse 2: Andre 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 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 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 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 **I'm going to edit these chords later to try and match up the chords with all the lyrics. If you know how to improve on these chords, please feel free to leave a comment on the page. If you like them , give them 5 stars!**
