Lyrics Sapiosexual - Baba Brinkman

Sapiosexual

Your brain is a promiscuous explanation seeker
Info-maniac, desperately eager
To get it’s tentacles into something that makes sense
No rest for the insatiable, it stays drenched
In stimuli, that’s what it was designed for
Satisfaction is what it wants, it’s gotta find more
Perplexity is tension, it begs for release
Comprehension is bein' mentally pleased
So lay your brain back, I’ll try to satisfy it
Just try it and I bet you keep comin' back to buy it
I get turned on by the ultimate questions
One of the best ones is: why is sex fun?
That’s what I think about when orgasm hits
I’m like «unnhh» that’s gotta have adaptiveness
That doesn’t mean havin' a baby is my secret motive
It’s just the reason people keep goin' through these emotions
The urgency is potent, even with contraceptives
Natural selection only sees the consequences
Lust!
It’s not the fault of the gods
Don’t mistake the mechanism for the ultimate cause
Sex is adaptive, babies are the side effect
Babies are not somethin' we’re always tryin' to get
Ten thousand orgasms for one child
Mostly no one’s around to catch what comes out
Knowledge is adaptive, beliefs are the side effect
The truth is not something we’re always tryin' to get
Ten thousand gods for one answer found
Mostly no one’s around to fact check what comes out
So where my sapiosexuals at?
Where my sapiosexuals at?
Come on
Where my sapiosexuals at?
Where my sapiosexuals at?
Huh?
The design of a brain is a catch-all practice
If something worked in the past, on average
And led to reproductive success and passed genes on
It got adapted into the human theme song
‘Cause evolution favours whatever’s cheaper
Your brain is rigged up as a massive pleasure seeker
And if you want to get a person actively inquiring
Investigating their environment, they need the wiring
That gives ‘em that fire that burns in their stomachs
That need to know — that makes ‘em squirm when they’re flummoxed
And makes ‘em yearn for that information access
And makes ‘em feel good when they find answers
Even if they only have half of the story
Even if some of the answers are masturbatory
If the problems of life get solved overall
That promiscuous mental module will get installed
In the brain, which feels a need to believe
That things have been explained, and then it came
In which case god is the ultimate pleasure tickler
‘Cause god explains everything, in particular
Sex is adaptive, babies are the side effect
Babies are not somethin' we’re always tryin' to get
Ten thousand orgasms for one child
Mostly no one’s around to catch what comes out
Knowledge is adaptive, beliefs are the side effect
The truth is not something we’re always tryin' to get
Ten thousand gods for one answer found
Mostly no one’s around to fact check what comes out
I’m in a state of curiosity feelin' like… grrrhhh
But then the answer comes to me
And it hits me like… Aaaahhhh