Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, up I see you, red Uh huh skinny jeans and beanie season Coffee cups, up Let's change the world people, in the air Leggo, that's they say in Paris
Spend a lot of money at the shop on weekends Spend a lot of on indie concert tickets And I might fly to Amsterdam To hang with a of mine shades hide the party I had at my spot night At 4:30 make it to Jones day I feel so fly Oho, a coffee run I'm so Starbucks I'm so wired change the world, aye
I'm a rich I hang with thousandaires, yeah A really, rich hipster The lives in here Point to your
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We all try to be different but all alike art and love we all bleed red tonight When I hit the club, to show me love No who you are, y'all can get along Meet a new stranger, a new friend Never know maybe a to the end American to London and back Wave your love when you wave flag That's right, I said your love When you your flag, be rich
I'm a hipster I hang with thirty thousandaires, I'm a rich hipster, my richness lives in to your heart
She so of the curb get on her nerves A thrift for furs And I'm hoping that miss her worth my loafer she of this that's and mores Williamsburg with the riff raff of Bills fall behind For the ills and the forward OK, OK smile for the 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 people in is how I see it Greene Street, I'm playing some Nasir If I the world build a ghetto with non fear And Complex will cover and Romney And the only lucrative Is to fucking on me
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