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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 friend of shades hide the party I had at my last night At 4:30 make it to Grace Jones day I so fly Oho, a coffee run I'm so Starbucks I'm so wired Tryina the world, aye
I'm a hipster I hang with thousandaires, yeah A really, really rich The richness in here to your heart
(Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse) you go on? (Uniform, yet not the norm) (Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse, uniform) You look (Yet not the norm)
We all try to be but we're all alike art and love we all bleed red tonight When I hit the club, promise to me love No matter who you are, can get along a new stranger, make a new friend Never maybe a friend to the end to London and back again Wave love when you wave your flag That's right, I said your love When you wave flag, be rich
I'm a hipster I with thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here Point to your
She so of the curb get on her nerves A thrift for furs And I'm hoping that miss her worth my she deserve of this that's and mores Williamsburg with the riff raff of gonna fall behind For the and the fashion forward OK, OK smile for the Cafe Havana find a couple Soho's Approximately, my street, just me The cops do, but cabs I'm dark skin Dior, Margiela, Givenchy Cool people in is how I see it Greene Street, I'm just playing Nasir If I ruled the world a ghetto with non fear And Complex will Obama and Romney And the only lucrative Is to fucking on me
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