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All-Star Hipster (Clean)

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
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 wifi
The records never good enough, he only like the old stuff
There goes that O. G suburban drifter, professional thrifter, full time craig’s
lister.
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 about 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
O. G suburban drifter, professional thrifter, full time craig’s lister.
She’s an all-star hipster
She don’t need no filter posting pictures, 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 O. G suburban drifter, professional thrifter, full time craig’s
lister.
He’s an all-star hipster
He don’t need no filter posting pictures, yeah, he’s an all-star hipster, yeah,
she’s an all-star hipster, yeah, he’s an all-star hipster, yeah,
she’s an all-star hipster