The Hipster

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"

Fuck 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"

Fuck 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"

Fuck that shit

Fuck that shit