Alex Meets The Night - Intellectual

[Intro]

You know it all, you're running in circles like Andy Warhol, weird it ain't normal

Can't afford it all, need big pants to store it all

Turn like marbles, my boys warbles

Uh, okay okay okay eh

The day fishes the sun and nets us sweetly above the concrete courts

Swings us from heaven, bitter stamp greased and gummed on my breast

Your momma was something, gilded and handsome noses

Ripe with summer, cooked in roses, goodnight lovers

Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)

Aye, aye

I'm gonna die, I don't care, I just wanna breathe air

Into my lungs into my hair, up my nose, derriere

I got photo-memory, right? I ain't fuckin with your life

I got so many feelings, so many billion, you're people, right?

I sorta, God I've got a new love had to order

For ya, people who behind on the corner

Lord I, Bodies are just 80 percent water

Jump into the ocean and just melt yourself goodbye and then just

Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight)

Aye, aye

Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night)

Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah

Your shit is always cold, they've got new bars on

Haha, sold em' then, I just wanna feel my lament

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

While they were here my thing on the side of the night

I'm feelin' wack, dancin' here, I'm the man of the hour

While they were there, them dead beats stabbed your man

I'm your man, baby babe, my baby and baby