Watsky - k** A Hipster lyrics

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Watsky - k** A Hipster lyrics

[Hook: George Watsky] Rent’s up (That sh**’s no good) Starbucks where the skate rink stood It’s a fixture (it does no good) (I know) k** a hipster (Save your hood!) Wrote congress (it did no good) Read scripture (it did no good) You could take a picture or knock on wood (f** that) k** a hipster (Save your hood!) [Verse 1: George Watsky] I’m getting Hummus, hummus I’m getting hummus, hummus I’m at the park playing dodgeball Drinking San Pellegrino like it’s Cristal No school, alcohol Living no rules—Calvinball sponsored links You wanna brawl? Ho please I sprinkle you with some goat cheese I get it straight from the f**in’ farm I even put goat cheese in my lucky charms I’m at the taco truck looking like a mack I roll my Rs hard like I’m busting off a gat It’s like, “hola mama, I’m your papa” May I please have dos Horrrrrrrrrchatas? I’m like brap brap brap! When I smack your a** fast with my backpack strap [Hook] [Verse 2: Chinaka] Pencil to the neck, razor to your innertube Bullet to your disrespect, I hate your hipster attitude Your whole cha**ez, acting like you own us with your whole pa**é Dance around the issue patna, no plié But you’ll get broke for that French sh**, so ca**é And you can put that in your lit mag and your Tumblr blog Eat it with the bacon off your farm fresh hog Sip it like Kombucha, hope your last meal suit ya Do-gooder types, commuters on bikes Brooding 20-somethings with the coolest of “likes” You be loving on my city like johns Rubbing on her titties leaving money in palms Our rumbling guts can only hunger so much Plus we redundantly blunted in lieu of giving a f** We’ll cut you for the scratch Leave in on a tee And if we’ve done it properly you’re copping it from Treat, ‘cause [Hook] [Verse 3] Look in the mirror and it’s clear I’ve become one of ‘em k** me please if I’m one of ‘em I walk the block like I’m hot sh** I gentrified the corner store just buying hot chips But now I’m caught red-handed With this land so make me a dead bandit And if you see me sipping at an open keg Put me down like a horse with a broken leg [Hook]