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Spend a lot of money at the tattoo shop on Spend a lot of dividends on concert tickets And I might just fly to To hang with a of mine Ray-ban shades hide the I had at my spot last At 4:30 make it to Grace day I feel so fly Oho, a coffee run I'm so please I'm so wired Tryina the world, aye
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah A really, really hipster The lives in here Point to your
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We all try to be different but we're all Sharing art and love we all red tonight When I hit the club, to show me love No who you are, y'all can get along a new stranger, make a new friend Never know a friend to the end American to London and back Wave your love when you wave your That's right, I said wave love When you wave flag, be rich
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here Point to your
She so ahead of the get on her nerves A thrift store for And I'm hoping that knows her worth my she deserve of this that's and mores Williamsburg with the raff of course Bills gonna fall For the ills and the fashion OK, OK for the photo Cafe Havana tryna find a couple Approximately, my street, just me The cops do, but cabs don't I'm dark Chris Dior, Margiela, Cool in costumes is how I see it Greene Street, I'm just playing some If I ruled the world build a with non fear And Complex cover Obama and Romney And the only beef Is to rely on me
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