Kesha Fuck Fake Hippies Lyrics

everybody knows you go to Melrose for those clothes
and everybody sees that you prefer to drive my black Mercedes Benz
and i won't meet you at the Starbucks down the street
and everybody knows he's just a secret trust fund baby

f*ck fake hippies.
f*ck fake hippies.
f*ck fake hippies.
you kinda smell like shit.
because real hippies,
they don't wear zubie
they don't have blackberries,
so f*ck fake hippies.

you don't eat meat so you can't fit into chick jeans
and i don't understand you wipe you're shitty ass off with your hands
cuz you don't believe in toilet paper, just chick jeans.
and i'm f*cking sick of these musician artist mood swings
f*ck fake hippies.
f*ck fake hippies.
you shitty ass hippie
you kinda smell like shit.
because real hippies,
they don't wear zubie
they don't have blackberries,

so f*ck fake hippies.
f*ck you fake hippie
you stupid hippie.
you shitty ass hippie,
you kinda smell like shit.

and i guess i mean that literally
shit stains in your zubie jeans
text message in that blackberry
you stupid f*cking fake hippie.

f*ck you, ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.
oh f*ck you, ew ew ew ew ew ew.
f*ck you

suck my dick too, ew ew ew ew.
suck my dick, ew ew ew ew.

we see the shit stains in your zubie jeans.

ew
ew
ew
ewwwww.