Headphones-Amplified lyrics
by Watsky
[Intro]
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—)
[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 1]
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