I played ball in high school She’s way, way too cool for that A high waist, high taste Look at that summer hat She plays darts and pool Saves her quarters for the jukebox I’m out by the pool Bottle service on the rooftop
We both drink the good shit We both listen to the classics When I get to bed I think she knows it gon’ be magic You know I got a hipster girl
She just finished art school Now she hand rolls cigarettes Backstage access At South by South West She drinks ________ coffee Out to breakfast with my mom Her tattoos kind of scare me But they really turn me on ---[lyrics by Artiom Sue]--- We both drink the good shit We both listen to the classics When I get to bed I think she knows it gon’ be magic You know I got a hipster girl
Hipster hoes I call ‘em Trader Joes Black Ray Bans Chucks and bicycles One named Flo Met her at a show Took me to a rooftop party at Park Slope Met a couple bros Who looked like Citizen Cope Gave me a PBR We all got stoned She got me to respect the scene more But I will not put on a pair of jean shorts