Hey! Brooklyn, stand up I see you, red Uh huh skinny and it's beanie season cups, bottom's up Let's change the world people, in the air Leggo, that's they say in Paris
Spend a lot of at the tattoo shop on weekends a lot of dividends on indie concert tickets And I just fly to Amsterdam To hang with a of mine Ray-ban shades hide the I had at my spot last At 4:30 make it to Grace Jones day I so fly Oho, a run I'm so tired Starbucks please I'm so Tryina the world, aye
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We all try to be different but we're all art and love we all bleed red tonight When I hit the club, promise to me love No who you are, y'all can get along Meet a new stranger, make a new Never know a friend to the end American to London and back Wave love when you wave your flag That's right, I said wave your When you wave flag, be rich
I'm a rich I hang with thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my richness lives in to your heart
She so ahead of the PETA get on her A thrift store for And I'm hoping that knows her worth my loafer she of this that's and mores with the riff raff of course Bills gonna behind 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 Dior, Margiela, Givenchy Cool people in is how I see it Greene Street, I'm playing some Nasir If I ruled the world a ghetto with non fear And will cover Obama and Romney And the only lucrative Is to fucking on me
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