Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 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 neighbors wi-fi The records never good enough (He only like the old stuff) [Chorus] There goes that OG suburban drifter yeah,, professional thrifter Full time Craigslister He's an all-star hipster He don't need no filter posting pictures Yeah, he's an all-star hipster [Verse 2] 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 You're too hardcore, you're too pop-punk Play some dub-step baby so I can shake my junk And everyone's excited 'bout 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 [Chorus] OG suburban drifter, professional thrifter Full time Craigslister He's an all-star hipster She don't need no filter posting pictures Oh yeah, she's an all-star hipster [Bridge] 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" [Chorus] There goes that OG suburban drifter, professional thrifter Full time Craigslister He's an all-star hipster He don't need no filter posting pictures Yeah, he's an all-star hipster Oh yeah, she's an all-star hipster Yeah, he's an all-star hipster Oh yeah, she's an all-star hipster Oh yeah, yeah