f*ck Fake Hippies lyrics

Everybody knows you go to Melrose for those clothes
And everybody sees that you prefer to drive my black Mercedes Benz
And i won't meet you at the Starbucks down the street
And everybody knows he's just a secret trust fund baby

f*ck fake hippies
f*ck fake hippies
f*ck fake hippies
You kinda smell like sh*t
Because real hippies
They don't wear Ksubi
They don't have blackberries
So f*ck fake hippies

You don't eat meat so you can't fit into chick jeans
And i don't understand you wipe you're sh*tty ass off with your hands
Cuz you don't believe in toilet paper, just chick jeans
And I'm f*cking sick of these musician artist mood swings

f*ck fake hippies
f*ck fake hippies
You sh*tty ass hippie
You kinda smell like sh*t
Because real hippies
They don't wear Ksubi
They don't have blackberries
So f*ck fake hippies
f*ck you fake hippie
You stupid hippie
You sh*tty ass hippie
You kinda smell like sh*t

And i guess i mean that literally
sh*t stains in your Ksubi jeans
Text message in that blackberry
You stupid f*cking fake hippie

f*ck you, ew ew ew ew ew ew ew
Oh f*ck you, ew ew ew ew ew ew
f*ck you

Suck my di*k too, ew ew ew ew
Suck my di*k, ew ew ew ew

We see the sh*t stains in your Ksubi jeans
We see the sh*t stains in your Ksubi jeans
We see the sh*t stains in your Ksubi jeans
We see the sh*t stains in your Ksubi jeans
We see the sh*t stains in your Ksubi jeans

Ew
Ew
Ew
Ewwwww