Strobing Lights - Intellectual

[Intro: Alan Watts]

But you know, if you talk all the time, you will never hear what anybody else has to say

And therefore all you'll have to talk about is your own conversation

[Hook: 2Scratch, M.I.M.E]

Baby, do I look pretty? I'm going out tonight

She told me, don't you worry, don't worry 'bout other guys

But that ain't not making sense, no

That ain't not making sense, that ain't not making sense

She go down in the club, she loves the strobing light

I think she really mean it [?]

But that ain't not making sense, no

That ain't not making sense (Nah)

That ain't not making sense, no, no, no (Yeah, yeah, I'm tripping, okay)

Other half kept kicking like a V12, yeah

Camеras flash like a strobe light

Blowing kush up at the moonlight, yеah

Shoutout to my new life, I will never trust another

[?] take the keys to the Beamer, ey

I always been a dreamer (Is this a dream? No)

They been sleeping on me, but they woke now

Powder on her nose, white lines on the mirror

Yeah, she wiped out and she don't make sense

Blow it all on blow, [?] to her fake friends

Yeah, she want a little attention

In all my story she hungry for mentions

Night after night and her thirst never quenches

Baby, do I look pretty? I'm going out tonight

She told me, don't you worry, don't worry 'bout other guys

But that ain't not making sense, no

That ain't not making sense, that ain't not making sense

She go down in the club, she loves the strobing light

I think she really mean it [?]

But that ain't not making sense, no

That ain't not making sense

That ain't not making sense, no, no, no

The same is true for people who think all the time

That means, when I use the word "think", talking to yourself

Subvocal conversationan

The constant, uh, chit-chat of symbols, images, and talk, and words inside your skull

Now, if you do that all the time, you'll find that you've nothing to think about except thinking