Headphones-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

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 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 fuck, ripping it up in different time zones I know it's so apropos that it's gotta be said 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

Fuck it if you're celibate

Fuck 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 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 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

It's watsky covered in batter and butter 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