George Watsky - Headphones lyrics

Chorus I Can't hear you (I got my headphones on) I Can't hear you (I got my headphones on) I Can't hear you (I got my headphones on) I got headphones on (I got my headphones on) When I look at who's around And it feels like two's a crowd I don't run and hide I just smile real wide And I turn my music loud Verse It's not practical to react to bull I was thinking too hard and I cracked my skull It's natural, erase all doubt If I take my phones off, then my brains fall out So you can shout. Empty out your throat on me It just looks like you're lip synching Obla Di Obla da, every time you go, "blah blah Blah" I'm hearing "life goes on" like it's your mantra So talk sh**, but when it's prone to go down You're afraid of your own bull like rodeo clowns I stay low to the ground, I stay plugged in And when my dome needs love, phones hug my skin But Earbuds don't count, they're headphone loopholes I want 'em bigger than a couple sideways soup bowls And if you're saying next to nothing Make like my playlist and get to shufflin' Chorus