Watsky - Headphones-Amplified lyrics

Anyway, here's a self-written poem
Another self-written poem
Entitled Procrastination: Story of My Life

I can't hear you (I got my)
I can't hear you (I got my)
I can't hear you (I got my)
I can't hear you (I got)

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 shit, 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 sayin' 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
(I'm still amplified)

We don't just write poems, we got a mic jones
(mike jones) giving a fuck
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 fuck it if you're celibate
Screw the music if you do
It 'cause you're sellin' 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

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
(I'm still amplified)

The sun is comin' up and runnin' through me
If weather is gettin' better, don't be gloomy
Let's get together
Gather up and get it moving and
If you don't like my motherfuckin' 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 butter and refried
The speakers are pushin' 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 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)

Is this mic on? I'm still amplified
Amplified

Waaatsky!