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Spend a lot of money at the tattoo on weekends Spend a lot of dividends on concert tickets And I might just fly to To with a friend of mine shades hide the party I had at my last night At 4:30 it to Grace Jones day I feel so fly Oho, a run I'm so tired Starbucks I'm so wired change the world, aye
I'm a hipster I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah A really, rich hipster The lives in here Point to heart
(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 different but we're all art and love we all bleed red tonight When I hit the club, promise to show me No matter who you are, can get along Meet a new stranger, a new friend Never know maybe a to the end American to London and back Wave love when you wave your flag That's right, I said wave your you wave your flag, be rich
I'm a hipster I with thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a hipster, my richness lives in here Point to your
She so ahead of the get on her nerves A thrift for furs And I'm hoping that miss knows her my loafer she deserve of this and mores Williamsburg with the raff of course Bills fall behind For the ills and the fashion OK, OK smile for the Cafe Havana find a couple Soho's Approximately, my street, just me The do, but cabs don't I'm dark skin Dior, Margiela, Givenchy Cool in costumes is how I see it Greene Street, I'm just playing some If I ruled the world build a with non fear And Complex will cover Obama and And the only beef Is to fucking on me
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