"All-Star Hipster" as written by and Joseph Ragosta Jordan Schmidt....
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
He 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 neighbor's wi-fi
The records never good enough, he only liked 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
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,
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 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


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