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WATSKY : Kill a Hipster lyrics

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WATSKY lyrics : "Kill a Hipster"

[Hook: George Watsky]
Rent's up (That %#@!'s no good)
Starbucks where the skate rink stood

It's a fixture (it does no good)
(I know) kill 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
($#&@ that) kill 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
You wanna brawl? Ho please

I sprinkle you with some goat cheese
I get it straight from the $#&@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 $$# 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 chassez, acting like you own us with your whole passé
Dance around the issue patna, no plié
But you'll get broke for that French %#@!, so cassé

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 !@%$ leaving money in palms
Our rumbling guts can only hunger so much
Plus we redundantly blunted in lieu of giving a $#&@

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
Kill me please if I'm one of 'em
I walk the block like I'm hot %#@!

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]

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