Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, up I see you, red Uh huh skinny and it's beanie season 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 concert tickets And I might just fly to To hang a friend of mine Ray-ban shades 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 please I'm so wired Tryina the world, aye
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah A really, really rich 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 look (Yet not the norm)
We all try to be different but all alike Sharing art and love we all 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 and back again Wave your love when you wave your That's right, I said wave love When you wave flag, be rich
I'm a hipster I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my lives in here to your heart
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