All-Star Hipster (Clean) - Patent Pending

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