Watsky - Headphones-Amplified lyrics

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 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' 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 I get up, when you get down to this Keep cool, but still get loud to this When it drops just can't deny The mic's turned off but I'm amplified So if you want to ride This young son will come out tonight And this one tongue will give out the vibe With this mic off I'm still amplified (amplified) We don't just write poems, we got a mic jones (Mike Jones!) Giving a f**, ripping it up in different time zones I know it's so apropos that it's gotta be said that I was flowing so hard in the car off the top of my head when I drove home That my own flows gave me road dome So go bone man but f** it if you're celibate Screw the music if you do it cause you're selling it well equipped, man We do it for the hell of it, never delicate hella ripped off the elements Earth wind fire water top rock echo box Yo man we got Cosby doing jello shots I've been tellin' em the melanin's irrelevant I'm yellin' and you'll feel it from the ceiling to the sediment intelligent epic and reppin' the Bay you're tripping if you're thinking that you're getting away, because 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 The sun is coming up and running through me If weather is getting better, don't be gloomy Let's get together, gather up and get it moving and If you don't like my motherf**in music, sue me A new me, a new reason to be, So unseasonably fine The ill summer grill serving supper with free sides cut to the 'B' side It's Watsky covered in batter and bu*ter and refried The speakers are pushing the roof the tweeters the woofers are proof The meters are up in the booth the subs The mids, the highs, the highers, the lows The cones all bump duh we're amped That's the god damn truth we flowing low in this moment Only to sew and be growing over the roses And now that we broke it open we know that we're dope enough We're hoping no one just can't get live This is how we get amplified 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