[{"id":28744490,"name":"Pink Matter","trackName":"Pink Matter","artistName":"Frank Ocean - Topic","albumName":"Pink Matter","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n\nWhat do you think my brain is made for?\nIs it just a container for the mind?\nThis great, grey matter\n\nSensei replied, \"What is your woman?\nIs she just a container for the child?\"\nThat soft, pink matter\nCotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\nClose my eyes and fall into you, you, you\nMy God, she's giving me pleasure\n\nWhat if the sky and the stars are for show?\nAnd the aliens are watching live\nFrom the purple matter?\n\nSensei went quiet, then violent\nAnd we sparred until we both grew tired\nNothing mattered\nCotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\nDim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\nMy God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\nPleasure, pleasure\nPleasure over matter\n\nHey, hey\nSince you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\nYou were such a habit to call\nI ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\nShe better with some fella with a regular job\"\n\nI didn't wanna get her involved\nBy dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\nHopped into my car, drove far\nFar's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n\nButter knife, what a life, anyway\nI'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\nShe had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\nAny of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\nIf models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\nSwitch worlds and we can huddle then\nWho needs another friend? I need to hold your hand\nYou'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n\n(Grey matter)\n\n(Blue used to be my favorite color)\n(Now I ain't got no choice)\n(Blue matter)\n\nYou're good at bein' bad, yeah\nYou're bad at bein' good, oh\nFor heaven's sakes, go to hell\nKnock, knock on wood, hey\n\nYou're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\nYou're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\nFor heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\nKnock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n\nWell, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\nMake her swab the motherfuckin' wood\nMake her walk the motherfuckin' plank\nMake her rob a motherfuckin' bank\nWith no mask on and a rusty revolver","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.87] And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n[00:15.71] What do you think my brain is made for?\n[00:19.65] Is it just a container for the mind?\n[00:23.25] This great, grey matter\n[00:27.47] \n[00:31.73] Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n[00:35.28] Is she just a container for the child?\"\n[00:39.14] That soft, pink matter\n[00:43.39] Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n[00:50.92] Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n[01:01.04] My God, she's giving me pleasure\n[01:08.33] \n[01:19.88] What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n[01:23.55] And the aliens are watching live\n[01:27.23] From the purple matter?\n[01:31.98] \n[01:35.73] Sensei went quiet, then violent\n[01:39.68] And we sparred until we both grew tired\n[01:43.25] Nothing mattered\n[01:47.15] Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n[01:54.97] Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n[02:05.52] My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n[02:16.21] Pleasure, pleasure\n[02:20.51] Pleasure over matter\n[02:25.56] \n[02:37.35] Hey, hey\n[02:39.76] Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n[02:42.32] You were such a habit to call\n[02:43.73] I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n[02:45.63] She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n[02:47.61] I didn't wanna get her involved\n[02:49.77] By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n[02:51.72] Hopped into my car, drove far\n[02:53.43] Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n[02:55.73] Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n[02:57.48] I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n[02:59.45] She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n[03:01.39] Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n[03:03.84] If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n[03:06.69] Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n[03:08.37] Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.38] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.39] \n[03:17.68] (Grey matter)\n[03:20.21] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.53] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.67] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.46] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.56] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.31] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.34] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.42] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.47] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.51] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.55] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.48] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.23] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.29] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.25] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.96] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean - Topic\n  album: Pink Matter\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9870\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 19650\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19650\n  end_ms: 23250\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23250\n  end_ms: 27470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27470\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35280\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35280\n  end_ms: 39140\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39140\n  end_ms: 43390\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43390\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 68330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 68330\n  end_ms: 79880\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79880\n  end_ms: 83550\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83550\n  end_ms: 87230\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87230\n  end_ms: 91980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91980\n  end_ms: 95730\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95730\n  end_ms: 99680\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99680\n  end_ms: 103250\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103250\n  end_ms: 107150\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107150\n  end_ms: 114970\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114970\n  end_ms: 125520\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125520\n  end_ms: 136210\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136210\n  end_ms: 140510\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140510\n  end_ms: 145560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145560\n  end_ms: 157350\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157350\n  end_ms: 159760\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159760\n  end_ms: 162320\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162320\n  end_ms: 163730\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163730\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167610\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167610\n  end_ms: 169770\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169770\n  end_ms: 171720\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171720\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 177480\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177480\n  end_ms: 179450\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179450\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 183840\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183840\n  end_ms: 186690\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186690\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 190380\n- text: You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n  start_ms: 190380\n  end_ms: 194390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 194390\n  end_ms: 197680\n- text: (Grey matter)\n  start_ms: 197680\n  end_ms: 200210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 200210\n  end_ms: 213100\n- text: (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n  start_ms: 213100\n  end_ms: 216530\n- text: (Now I ain't got no choice)\n  start_ms: 216530\n  end_ms: 219670\n- text: (Blue matter)\n  start_ms: 219670\n  end_ms: 223460\n- text: You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n  start_ms: 223460\n  end_ms: 227560\n- text: You're bad at bein' good, oh\n  start_ms: 227560\n  end_ms: 231310\n- text: For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n  start_ms: 231310\n  end_ms: 235340\n- text: Knock, knock on wood, hey\n  start_ms: 235340\n  end_ms: 239420\n- text: You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n  start_ms: 239420\n  end_ms: 243470\n- text: You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n  start_ms: 243470\n  end_ms: 247510\n- text: For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n  start_ms: 247510\n  end_ms: 251550\n- text: Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n  start_ms: 251550\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258230\n- text: Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n  start_ms: 258230\n  end_ms: 260290\n- text: Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n  start_ms: 260290\n  end_ms: 262250\n- text: Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n  start_ms: 262250\n  end_ms: 263960\n- text: With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n  start_ms: 263960\n  end_ms: 265360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 265360\nplain: |-\n  And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n\n  What do you think my brain is made for?\n  Is it just a container for the mind?\n  This great, grey matter\n\n  Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  That soft, pink matter\n  Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  My God, she's giving me pleasure\n\n  What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  And the aliens are watching live\n  From the purple matter?\n\n  Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  Nothing mattered\n  Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  Pleasure, pleasure\n  Pleasure over matter\n\n  Hey, hey\n  Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  You were such a habit to call\n  I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n\n  I didn't wanna get her involved\n  By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  Hopped into my car, drove far\n  Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n\n  Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  Who needs another friend? 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mangos\nYou could sell for me\n\nWhat do you think my brain is made for\nIs it just a container for the mind\nThis great grey matter\nSensei replied what is your woman\nIs she just a container for the child\nThat soft pink matter\nCotton candy Majin Buu\nClose my eyes and fall into you\nMy god she's giving me pleasure\n\nWhat if the sky and the stars are for show\nAnd the aliens are watching live\nFrom the purple matter\nSensei went quiet then violent\nAnd we sparred until we both grew tired\nNothing mattered\nCotton candy maajin bu\nDim the lights and fall into you\nMy god giving me pleasure\nPleasure pleasure pleasure\nPleasure over matter\n\nSince you been gone\nI been having withdrawals\nYou were such a habit to call\nI ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw\nShe's better with some fella with a regular job\nI didn't wanna get her involved\nBy dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\nHopped into my car drove far\nFar's too close and I remember\nMy memories no sharp\nButter knife what a life anyway\nI'm building y'all a clock stop\nWhat am I Hemingway\nShe had the kind of body\nThat would probably intimidate\nAny of 'em that were un-southern\nNot me cousin\nIf models are made for modeling\nThick girls are made for cuddlin'\nSwitch worlds and we can huddle then\nWho needs another friend\nI need to hold your hand\nYou'd need no other man\nWe'd flee to other lands\n\nGrey matter\nBlue used to be my favorite color\nNow I ain't got no choice\nBlue matter\n\nYou're good at being bad\nYou're bad at being good\nFor heaven's sakes go to hell\nKnock knock on wood\nYou're good at being bad\nYou're bad at being good\nFor heaven's sakes go to hell\nKnock knock knock knock on wood\n\nWell frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin' good\nMake her swab the muhfuckin' wood\nMake her walk the muhfuckin' plank\nMake her rob a muhfuckin' bank\nWith no mask on and a rusty revolver","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.77] And the peaches and the mangos\n[00:11.92] You could sell for me\n[00:16.13] What do you think my brain is made for\n[00:20.04] Is it just a container for the mind\n[00:23.83] This great grey matter\n[00:32.20] Sensei replied what is your woman\n[00:35.90] Is she just a container for the child\n[00:39.59] That soft pink matter\n[00:43.56] Cotton candy Majin Buu\n[00:51.56] Close my eyes and fall into you\n[01:01.53] My god she's giving me pleasure\n[01:20.04] What if the sky and the stars are for show\n[01:24.04] And the aliens are watching live\n[01:27.82] From the purple matter\n[01:35.97] Sensei went quiet then violent\n[01:39.98] And we sparred until we both grew tired\n[01:43.90] Nothing mattered\n[01:47.44] Cotton candy maajin bu\n[01:55.30] Dim the lights and fall into you\n[02:05.87] My god giving me pleasure\n[02:12.86] Pleasure pleasure pleasure\n[02:21.77] Pleasure over matter\n[03:27.87] Since you been gone\n[03:28.83] I been having withdrawals\n[03:29.90] You were such a habit to call\n[03:31.93] I ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw\n[03:33.90] She's better with some fella with a regular job\n[03:35.82] I didn't wanna get her involved\n[03:37.93] By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n[03:39.94] Hopped into my car drove far\n[03:41.34] Far's too close and I remember\n[03:42.81] My memories no sharp\n[03:44.06] Butter knife what a life anyway\n[03:44.68] I'm building y'all a clock stop\n[03:46.76] What am I Hemingway\n[03:47.69] She had the kind of body\n[03:48.67] That would probably intimidate\n[03:49.55] Any of 'em that were un-southern\n[03:51.08] Not me cousin\n[03:51.94] If models are made for modeling\n[03:53.52] Thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n[03:54.82] Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n[03:56.48] Who needs another friend\n[03:57.47] I need to hold your hand\n[03:58.54] You'd need no other man\n[03:59.56] We'd flee to other lands\n[04:05.95] Grey matter\n[04:26.74] Blue used to be my favorite color\n[04:27.30] Now I ain't got no choice\n[04:28.37] Blue matter\n[04:32.31] You're good at being bad\n[04:35.97] You're bad at being good\n[04:40.03] For heaven's sakes go to hell\n[04:43.68] Knock knock on wood\n[04:47.81] You're good at being bad\n[04:51.85] You're bad at being good\n[04:53.22] For heaven's sakes go to hell\n[04:59.51] Knock knock knock knock on wood\n[05:04.27] Well frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin' good\n[05:06.46] Make her swab the muhfuckin' wood\n[05:08.36] Make her walk the muhfuckin' plank\n[05:10.31] Make her rob a muhfuckin' bank\n[05:12.38] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[05:15.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter (remix)\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: Pink Matter Remix\n  duration_ms: 307791\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos\n  start_ms: 10770\n  end_ms: 11920\n- text: You could sell for me\n  start_ms: 11920\n  end_ms: 16130\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for\n  start_ms: 16130\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 23830\n- text: This great grey matter\n  start_ms: 23830\n  end_ms: 32200\n- text: Sensei replied what is your woman\n  start_ms: 32200\n  end_ms: 35900\n- text: Is she just a container for the child\n  start_ms: 35900\n  end_ms: 39590\n- text: That soft pink matter\n  start_ms: 39590\n  end_ms: 43560\n- text: Cotton candy Majin Buu\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 51560\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you\n  start_ms: 51560\n  end_ms: 61530\n- text: My god she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61530\n  end_ms: 80040\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show\n  start_ms: 80040\n  end_ms: 84040\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 84040\n  end_ms: 87820\n- text: From the purple matter\n  start_ms: 87820\n  end_ms: 95970\n- text: Sensei went quiet then violent\n  start_ms: 95970\n  end_ms: 99980\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99980\n  end_ms: 103900\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103900\n  end_ms: 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I need to hold your hand\nYou'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n\n(Grey matter)\n\n(Blue used to be my favorite color)\n(Now I ain't got no choice)\n(Blue matter)\n\nYou're good at bein' bad, yeah\nYou're bad at bein' good, oh\nFor heaven's sakes, go to hell\nKnock, knock on wood, hey\n\nYou're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\nYou're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\nFor heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\nKnock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n\nWell, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\nMake her swab the motherfuckin' wood\nMake her walk the motherfuckin' plank\nMake her rob a motherfuckin' bank\nWith no mask on and a rusty revolver","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.85] And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n[00:15.77] What do you think my brain is made for?\n[00:19.67] Is it just a container for the mind?\n[00:23.28] This great, grey matter\n[00:27.52] \n[00:31.73] Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n[00:35.23] Is she just a container for the child?\"\n[00:39.18] That soft, pink matter\n[00:43.36] Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n[00:50.92] Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n[00:58.90] \n[01:01.07] My God, she's giving me pleasure\n[01:07.62] \n[01:19.82] What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n[01:23.56] And the aliens are watching live\n[01:27.20] From the purple matter?\n[01:31.94] \n[01:35.77] Sensei went quiet, then violent\n[01:39.63] And we sparred until we both grew tired\n[01:43.26] Nothing mattered\n[01:47.16] Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n[01:54.91] Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n[02:05.59] My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n[02:16.23] Pleasure, pleasure\n[02:20.52] Pleasure over matter\n[02:25.51] \n[02:37.38] Hey, hey\n[02:39.72] Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n[02:42.33] You were such a habit to call\n[02:43.75] I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n[02:45.63] She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n[02:47.69] I didn't wanna get her involved\n[02:49.79] By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n[02:51.79] Hopped into my car, drove far\n[02:53.46] Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n[02:55.76] Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n[02:57.43] I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n[02:59.44] She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n[03:01.34] Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n[03:03.82] If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n[03:06.67] Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n[03:08.38] Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.30] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.76] \n[03:17.64] (Grey matter)\n[03:19.92] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.57] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.66] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.47] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.57] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.33] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.30] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.43] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.40] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.52] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.53] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.44] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.24] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.21] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.26] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.98] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: channel ORANGE\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39180\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39180\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61070\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61070\n  end_ms: 67620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 67620\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 136230\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136230\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 157380\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157380\n  end_ms: 159720\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159720\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 169790\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169790\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 173460\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173460\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: Who needs another friend? 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I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.30] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.76] \n[03:17.64] (Grey matter)\n[03:19.92] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.57] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.66] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.47] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.57] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.33] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.30] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.43] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.40] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.52] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.53] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.44] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.24] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.21] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.26] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.98] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: channel ORANGE\n  duration_ms: 275023\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39180\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39180\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61070\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61070\n  end_ms: 67620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 67620\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 136230\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136230\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 157380\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157380\n  end_ms: 159720\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159720\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 169790\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169790\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 173460\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173460\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: Who needs another friend? 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I need to hold your hand\nYou'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n\n(Grey matter)\n\n(Blue used to be my favorite color)\n(Now I ain't got no choice)\n(Blue matter)\n\nYou're good at bein' bad, yeah\nYou're bad at bein' good, oh\nFor heaven's sakes, go to hell\nKnock, knock on wood, hey\n\nYou're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\nYou're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\nFor heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\nKnock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n\nWell, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\nMake her swab the motherfuckin' wood\nMake her walk the motherfuckin' plank\nMake her rob a motherfuckin' bank\nWith no mask on and a rusty revolver","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.85] And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n[00:15.77] What do you think my brain is made for?\n[00:19.67] Is it just a container for the mind?\n[00:23.28] This great, grey matter\n[00:27.52] \n[00:31.73] Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n[00:35.23] Is she just a container for the child?\"\n[00:39.18] That soft, pink matter\n[00:43.36] Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n[00:50.92] Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n[00:58.90] \n[01:01.07] My God, she's giving me pleasure\n[01:07.62] \n[01:19.82] What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n[01:23.56] And the aliens are watching live\n[01:27.20] From the purple matter?\n[01:31.94] \n[01:35.77] Sensei went quiet, then violent\n[01:39.63] And we sparred until we both grew tired\n[01:43.26] Nothing mattered\n[01:47.16] Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n[01:54.91] Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n[02:05.59] My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n[02:16.23] Pleasure, pleasure\n[02:20.52] Pleasure over matter\n[02:25.51] \n[02:37.38] Hey, hey\n[02:39.72] Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n[02:42.33] You were such a habit to call\n[02:43.75] I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n[02:45.63] She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n[02:47.69] I didn't wanna get her involved\n[02:49.79] By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n[02:51.79] Hopped into my car, drove far\n[02:53.46] Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n[02:55.76] Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n[02:57.43] I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n[02:59.44] She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n[03:01.34] Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n[03:03.82] If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n[03:06.67] Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n[03:08.38] Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.30] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.76] \n[03:17.64] (Grey matter)\n[03:19.92] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.57] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.66] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.47] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.57] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.33] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.30] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.43] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.40] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.52] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.53] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.44] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.24] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.21] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.26] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.98] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: channel ORANGE [Edited Version]\n  duration_ms: 269009\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39180\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39180\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61070\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61070\n  end_ms: 67620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 67620\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 136230\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136230\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 157380\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157380\n  end_ms: 159720\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159720\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 169790\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169790\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 173460\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173460\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: Who needs another friend? 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I need to hold your hand\nYou'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n\n(Grey matter)\n\n(Blue used to be my favorite color)\n(Now I ain't got no choice)\n(Blue matter)\n\nYou're good at bein' bad, yeah\nYou're bad at bein' good, oh\nFor heaven's sakes, go to hell\nKnock, knock on wood, hey\n\nYou're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\nYou're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\nFor heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\nKnock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n\nWell, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\nMake her swab the motherfuckin' wood\nMake her walk the motherfuckin' plank\nMake her rob a motherfuckin' bank\nWith no mask on and a rusty revolver","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.85] And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n[00:15.77] What do you think my brain is made for?\n[00:19.67] Is it just a container for the mind?\n[00:23.28] This great, grey matter\n[00:27.52] \n[00:31.73] Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n[00:35.23] Is she just a container for the child?\"\n[00:39.18] That soft, pink matter\n[00:43.36] Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n[00:50.92] Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n[00:58.90] \n[01:01.07] My God, she's giving me pleasure\n[01:07.62] \n[01:19.82] What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n[01:23.56] And the aliens are watching live\n[01:27.20] From the purple matter?\n[01:31.94] \n[01:35.77] Sensei went quiet, then violent\n[01:39.63] And we sparred until we both grew tired\n[01:43.26] Nothing mattered\n[01:47.16] Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n[01:54.91] Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n[02:05.59] My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n[02:16.23] Pleasure, pleasure\n[02:20.52] Pleasure over matter\n[02:25.51] \n[02:37.38] Hey, hey\n[02:39.72] Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n[02:42.33] You were such a habit to call\n[02:43.75] I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n[02:45.63] She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n[02:47.69] I didn't wanna get her involved\n[02:49.79] By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n[02:51.79] Hopped into my car, drove far\n[02:53.46] Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n[02:55.76] Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n[02:57.43] I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n[02:59.44] She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n[03:01.34] Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n[03:03.82] If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n[03:06.67] Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n[03:08.38] Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.30] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.76] \n[03:17.64] (Grey matter)\n[03:19.92] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.57] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.66] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.47] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.57] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.33] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.30] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.43] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.40] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.52] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.53] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.44] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.24] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.21] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.26] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.98] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: 4:29\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39180\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39180\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61070\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61070\n  end_ms: 67620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 67620\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 136230\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136230\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 157380\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157380\n  end_ms: 159720\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159720\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 169790\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169790\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 173460\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173460\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: Who needs another friend? 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I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.30] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.76] \n[03:17.64] (Grey matter)\n[03:19.92] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.57] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.66] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.47] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.57] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.33] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.30] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.43] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.40] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.52] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.53] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.44] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.24] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.21] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.26] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.98] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: R&B Classics\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39180\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39180\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61070\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61070\n  end_ms: 67620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 67620\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 136230\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136230\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 157380\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157380\n  end_ms: 159720\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159720\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 169790\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169790\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 173460\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173460\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: Who needs another friend? 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I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.30] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.76] \n[03:17.64] (Grey matter)\n[03:19.92] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.57] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.66] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.47] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.57] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.33] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.30] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.43] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.40] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.52] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.53] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.44] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.24] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.21] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.26] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.98] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: Document\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39180\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39180\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61070\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61070\n  end_ms: 67620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 67620\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 136230\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136230\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 157380\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157380\n  end_ms: 159720\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159720\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 169790\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169790\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 173460\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173460\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: Who needs another friend? 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I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.30] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.76] \n[03:17.64] (Grey matter)\n[03:19.92] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.57] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.66] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.47] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.57] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.33] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.30] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.43] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.40] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.52] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.53] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.44] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.24] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.21] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.26] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.98] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: Document\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39180\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39180\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61070\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61070\n  end_ms: 67620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 67620\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 136230\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136230\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 157380\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157380\n  end_ms: 159720\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159720\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 169790\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169790\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 173460\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173460\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: Who needs another friend? 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I need to hold your hand\n[03:10.30] You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands\n[03:14.76] \n[03:17.64] (Grey matter)\n[03:19.92] \n[03:33.10] (Blue used to be my favorite color)\n[03:36.57] (Now I ain't got no choice)\n[03:39.66] (Blue matter)\n[03:43.47] You're good at bein' bad, yeah\n[03:47.57] You're bad at bein' good, oh\n[03:51.33] For heaven's sakes, go to hell\n[03:55.30] Knock, knock on wood, hey\n[03:59.43] You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good)\n[04:03.40] You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell)\n[04:07.52] For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood)\n[04:11.53] Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood\n[04:15.44] Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good\n[04:18.24] Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood\n[04:20.21] Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank\n[04:22.26] Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank\n[04:23.98] With no mask on and a rusty revolver\n[04:25.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pink Matter\n  artist: Frank Ocean\n  album: Document\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: What do you think my brain is made for?\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: Is it just a container for the mind?\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: This great, grey matter\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 31730\n- text: Sensei replied, \"What is your woman?\n  start_ms: 31730\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Is she just a container for the child?\"\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39180\n- text: That soft, pink matter\n  start_ms: 39180\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61070\n- text: My God, she's giving me pleasure\n  start_ms: 61070\n  end_ms: 67620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 67620\n  end_ms: 79820\n- text: What if the sky and the stars are for show?\n  start_ms: 79820\n  end_ms: 83560\n- text: And the aliens are watching live\n  start_ms: 83560\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: From the purple matter?\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 95770\n- text: Sensei went quiet, then violent\n  start_ms: 95770\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: And we sparred until we both grew tired\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 103260\n- text: Nothing mattered\n  start_ms: 103260\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 125590\n- text: My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 125590\n  end_ms: 136230\n- text: Pleasure, pleasure\n  start_ms: 136230\n  end_ms: 140520\n- text: Pleasure over matter\n  start_ms: 140520\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 157380\n- text: Hey, hey\n  start_ms: 157380\n  end_ms: 159720\n- text: Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals\n  start_ms: 159720\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: You were such a habit to call\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, \"Naw\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165630\n- text: She better with some fella with a regular job\"\n  start_ms: 165630\n  end_ms: 167690\n- text: I didn't wanna get her involved\n  start_ms: 167690\n  end_ms: 169790\n- text: By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe\n  start_ms: 169790\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: Hopped into my car, drove far\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 173460\n- text: Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp\n  start_ms: 173460\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: Butter knife, what a life, anyway\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin'\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: Switch worlds and we can huddle then\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: Who needs another friend? 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