The Hipster Lyrics

You a strugglin artist
You wanna move to the ghetto
Hey, look at me everybody
Wanna fit in with the minorities
You don't want a job
But he don't need one either
Cause his bills is covered
His daddy's got them paid
He's like, "Come on man"
f*ck that shit
Yeah, don't want nothing new
Shoppin every day at Salvation Army
Cause if he did
His friends will call him a zombie
Hey Sister can I wear your jeans
Gotta have my uniform on to hit the scene Hey Momma let me drive the Benz
Wanna get out and see some friends
He's like, "Come on man"
f*ck that shit
Yeah I got invited
To your social affair
And I felt so lucky
Lucky to be there
All the girls had crazy hair
There was tattoos everywhere
I offered up a joint
They said, "hell no, we only want to bring him"
I was like, "Come on man"
f*ck that shit
f*ck that shit

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