Sapiosexual - Baba Brinkman

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