Lyrics Headphones - Live - Watsky

Here's the plan
I'm gonna do so new shit but, I also would really love to take a stroll down memory lane
We have any people who are OG supporters who have been with us for a while?
This is a song even the OGs might know
This is the first, song, from my first album
Can I do my first song from my first album for you?
I can't hear you Chicago

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 sounds like you're lip-syncing "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

Ok good job Chicago!
That was a taste of the old shit
And now I'd like to give you a little taste
Of our new shit