Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the peaches and the
You sell for me

What do you think my is made for
Is it a container for the mind
great grey matter
Sensei replied what is woman
Is she just a container for the
That soft pink
Cotton Majin Buu
Close my eyes and into you
My god she's giving me

What if the sky and the stars are for
And the aliens are watching
From the purple
Sensei went quiet violent
And we sparred until we both tired
mattered
Cotton candy bu
Dim the and fall into you
My god me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure
over matter

Since you gone
I been having
You such a habit to call
I myself at all had to tell myself naw
She's with some fella with a regular job
I wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was in awe
Hopped into my car far
too close and I remember
My memories no
knife what a life anyway
I'm building a clock stop
am I Hemingway
She had the of body
would probably intimidate
Any of 'em that un-southern
Not me
If models are made for
girls are made for cuddlin'
Switch worlds and we can then
Who needs friend
I need to your hand
You'd need no man
We'd flee to other

matter
Blue to be my favorite color
Now I got no choice
Blue

good at being bad
You're bad at good
For sakes go to hell
knock on wood
You're good at bad
bad at being good
For sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock on wood

Well frankly when ocean so muhfuckin' good
her swab the muhfuckin' wood
Make her walk the plank
her rob a muhfuckin' bank
With no mask on and a revolver