Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All-Star Hipster, artist - Patent Pending.
Date of issue: 07.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All-Star Hipster |
Well you can find him at a Starbucks writing a script |
He’s got a waxed mustache and suspenders on his hips |
He got them five dollar shoes and a brand new Mac Book |
20 dollar hair gel (Fresh-out-of-the bed look) |
DJ dive bar, old bike, no car |
Judge you while you’re drinking if it isn’t PBR |
Tells the girls that he’s political, just comes of egotistical |
Three watches on his wrist, man (They all digital) |
Soy milk, soy beans, all soy everything |
You wanna talk indie, man, he can tell you anything |
Pitchfork media, his encyclopedia |
A careful calculation, definition of Bohemia |
Members only jacket, doesn’t matter what the weather |
Doesn’t care how good the movie is, the book is always better |
Cause he don’t try so fly, steal the neighbors wi-fi |
The records never good enough (He only like the old stuff) |
There goes that OG suburban drifter yeah, professional thrifter |
Full time Craigslister |
He’s an all-star hipster |
He don’t need no filter posting pictures |
Yeah, he’s an all-star hipster |
Well, she’s been rocking toms since before it was cool |
And if this scene was academic she’d be running the school |
She likes that throwback, hardcore, ink above the knee |
Vintage tee from CB’s |
She be running this scene like an elliptical |
So fuck your digi-download you know she want that physical |
Seven inch wax, b-side rare track |
And a Brooklyn boy with a crewneck and fanny pack |
You’re too hardcore, you’re too pop-punk |
Play some dub-step baby so I can shake my junk |
And everyone’s excited 'bout this band that’s blowing up |
And all you wanna talk about is how you knew 'em growing up |
Like «yeah they used to play in my basement or whatever but they totally sold |
out», whatever |
OG suburban drifter, professional thrifter |
Full time Craigslister |
He’s an all-star hipster |
She don’t need no filter posting pictures |
Oh yeah, she’s an all-star hipster |
All night, go hard |
Metro gold card |
Jersey for the weekend, playing bocce in the front yard |
L-Train to downtown |
Karaoke throwdown |
Old school jams, it’s the only way to get down |
Full house marathon |
Got his uncle Jesse on acid washed jeans, tight shirt |
He got his mullet on for hipster girls to notice him |
To find his Becky Donaldson |
His favourite line rehearsed he say «baby, have mercy» |
There goes that OG suburban drifter, professional thrifter |
Full time Craigslister |
He’s an all-star hipster |
He don’t need no filter posting pictures |
Yeah, he’s an all-star hipster |
Oh yeah, she’s an all-star hipster |
Yeah, he’s an all-star hipster |
Oh yeah, she’s an all-star hipster |
Oh yeah, yeah |