Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, up I see you, red Uh huh skinny jeans and it's beanie Coffee cups, up Let's change the world people, in the air Leggo, what they say in Paris
a lot of money at the tattoo shop on weekends Spend a lot of dividends on indie tickets And I might fly to Amsterdam To hang with a friend of Ray-ban shades hide the I had at my last night At 4:30 make it to Jones day I feel so fly Oho, a run I'm so tired please I'm so wired Tryina the world, aye
I'm a rich I with thirty thousandaires, yeah A really, rich hipster The richness in here Point to your
(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, to show me love No matter who you are, can get along Meet a new stranger, a new friend Never maybe a friend to the end to London and back again Wave your when you wave your flag That's right, I said wave love you wave your flag, be rich
I'm a rich I hang with thousandaires, yeah I'm a hipster, my richness lives in here to your heart
She so of the curb PETA get on her A thrift for furs And I'm hoping that miss knows her my loafer she deserve of this that's and Williamsburg the riff raff of course Bills gonna fall For the ills and the fashion OK, OK for the photo Cafe Havana tryna a couple Soho's Approximately, my street, watch me The cops do, but don't I'm dark skin 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 ghetto non fear And Complex will Obama and Romney And the only lucrative Is to fucking on me
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