Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hipsta , by - Timmy Trumpet. Release date: 10.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hipsta |
| Rock up at a cafe that’s all the rage. |
| Stare at the waiter, till we get a menu. |
| I like what’s on the page. |
| Not a bad vibe. |
| Not a bad venue. |
| Tell me bout your bovine. |
| What do they eat? |
| What’s the river they drink from? |
| And tell me bout your coffee beans. |
| Are they Arabican, Columbian, or Mandheling Lintong? |
| Have you got anything gluten free? |
| I’m no celiac, but it disagrees with me. |
| Mmmm, and I don’t like toxins either — |
| Should I cleanse my liver with a ginger tea? |
| I think we’ll order, the tap water, |
| The wifi password and hang for a bit. |
| Hey brah what’s the track that’s playing? |
| This ain’t no hipster shit. |
| Have you got anything gluten free? |
| Sorry 'bout that. |
| Don’t you know what gluten free? |
| This ain’t no hipster shit. |
| Did I threw you that I’m gluten free? |
| Sorry 'bout that. |
| What about ginger tea? |
| This ain’t no hipster shit. |
| I’m so busy, life’s a chore. |
| Every Saturday I work in a retail store. |
| Keeping busy on a casual shift. |
| Casually chilling, not giving a shit. |
| Hanging at the counter, trawling Tinder, |
| Trying to find a random, I can finger. |
| Have a green smoothie, cause I’m vegan. |
| Mmmm, tastes like dragon semen. |
| Here comes the boss, to check the status. |
| Gotta look busy. |
| Move the hangers. |
| Having to make career compromises. |
| Like; |
| «hey brah, you need a hand with sizes?» |
| Getting ready. |
| Night in the city. |
| Order a bag and some disco biccies. |
| Shooting up bath salts — That was ace! |
| Does anyone feel like eating their own face?! |
| Step out the uber, party time. |
| Polish off my red wine. |
| Stroll up, to the front of the line, |
| The door-guy knows me, I’m here all the time. |
| Doesn’t let us in. We’re not on the list, |
| Gotta line up with the povo kids. |
| Honestly who do I have to fist, |
| For some cunt to put my name on this list? |
| Dom I wish we never came! |
| I hate this club, this night’s so lame! |
| Sorry, what? |
| I can not understand a single word you’re saying! |
| I think my pingers' kicking in! |
| This DJ’s fucking killing it! |
| Hey DJ what’s this track you’re playing? |
| This ain’t no hipster shit. |
| Have you got anything gluten free? |
| Sorry 'bout that. |
| Don’t you know what gluten free? |
| This ain’t no hipster shit. |
| Did I threw you that I’m gluten free? |
| Sorry 'bout that. |
| This ain’t no hipster shit. |
| «Is this the first time you’ve seen him live?» |
| «No brah. |
| Earlier this year I saw him play this like super secret underground |
| set at a no-name pop-up venue in the city.» |
| «Cool. |
| Yeah did I ever tell you about that time a few years ago I was hanging |
| out with Gollum and we saw him spinning records in the back of a taco truck in |
| downtown LA.» |
| «No, but that sounds rad man… I remember back in 2003 me and these random |
| council worker lollypop guys dumped a bunch of pingers and saw him play, |
| at this underground rave in a storm water drain.» |
| «Oh yeah? |
| Well this one time in like 1994 when I was in my first year of high |
| school, I walked into 7/11 and opened up the ice cream freezer and there he was |
| just dropping some mad beats for all the Bubble-O Bills, and the Cornetto’s |
| were all pissed off because I left the freezer open too long and they started |
| to melt.» |
| «Cool man, I remember when I was just born back in like 1982 my mum took me to |
| the doctors for a check up, and the doctor played me this ultrasound where you |
| could hear him fist pumping inside his mother’s womb, so yeah. |
| Pretty |
| underground.» |