Alba s touto skladbou:
Post,
CONTRAST,
Chapter 3,
Wild Life,
Watsky,
Whatever We Wanna,
Bajan Style,
The Lost Get Found,
Who Killed Harry Houdini ?,
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 shuffling.
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.
