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a lot of money at the tattoo shop on weekends Spend a lot of dividends on indie concert And I just fly to Amsterdam To hang a friend of mine shades hide the party I had at my spot night At 4:30 it to Grace Jones day I feel so fly Oho, a coffee run I'm so Starbucks I'm so wired change the world, aye
I'm a rich I hang with thousandaires, yeah A really, rich hipster The richness lives in to your heart
(Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse) you go on? (Uniform, yet not the norm) (Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse, uniform) You nice (Yet not the norm)
We all try to be different but all alike Sharing art and love we all red tonight When I hit the club, promise to show me No matter who you are, can get along Meet a new stranger, make a new Never know a friend to the end American to London and back Wave your love when you wave flag That's right, I said your love When you wave flag, be rich
I'm a rich I with thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my lives in here to your heart
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