Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, up I see you, red Uh huh skinny jeans and it's beanie cups, bottom's up Let's change the world people, in the air Leggo, what they say in Paris
Spend a lot of money at the shop on weekends Spend a lot of dividends on indie concert And I just fly to Amsterdam To hang a friend of mine Ray-ban shades 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 please I'm so wired Tryina the world, aye
I'm a hipster I with thirty thousandaires, yeah A really, really rich The lives 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 nice (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 Meet a new stranger, a new friend Never know maybe a to the end to London and back again Wave your love you wave your flag That's right, I wave your love When you wave flag, be rich
I'm a hipster I hang with thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my lives in here Point to your
She so of the curb get on her nerves A thrift store for And I'm hoping that miss her worth my loafer she deserve of that's and mores Williamsburg the riff 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 I'm dark skin Dior, Margiela, Givenchy Cool people in is how I see it Street, I'm just playing some Nasir If I ruled the world a ghetto with non fear And Complex will cover Obama and And the only beef Is to rely on me
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