This is a light-hearted riff on hipsters, the jealousy they cause me to have and how I can't be one. This is not a diss track.
There's art I like but I'm afraid you'll say it sucks
Passing judgment in your custom-painted Chucks
You're scrutinizing, not to say that you are mean
Your shirt is from American Apparel and it's neon green
Exclusive club, and your name is on the list
You hit the dance floor just for a second and you only do the twist
Ironic buttons shunning things like Botox
Your feet are kept warm by your multi-colored toe-socks
Clubbing hipster (x2)
You need a check to pay for your attitude
You have the coolest job as a cashier at Whole Foods
You'll change the world as soon as you make up your mind
Besides, your application to the Apple Store was declined
Working hipster (x2)
Do you take pride if others tell you you look weird?
The wintry air blows through your one-and-a-half-inch beard
Your legs are gangly, I would almost say you're svelte
Your girl pants are black and they're held up by a yellow plastic belt
Running hipster (x2)
But before you start calling me and my friends jerks
Just know I wish I were like you, I wear no smirks
I bet living against the grain truly has it perks
For example, those hipster chicks with their endearing quirks
Your colorful clothes cut through the city drab
You're hauling ass just to flag that cab
You're out of breath from your hard and good sprint
Eschewing all concern for your carbon footprint
Cabbing hipster (x2)
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