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 shit.
Because real hippies,
They don't wear zubie
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 shitty ass off with your hands
Cause 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 shitty ass hippie
You kinda smell like shit.
Because real hippies,
They don't wear zubie
They don't have blackberries,
So f*ck fake hippies.
F*ck you fake hippie
You stupid hippie.
You shitty ass hippie,
You kinda smell like shit.
And I guess I mean that literally
Shit stains in your zubie 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 dick too, ew ew ew ew.
Suck my dick, ew ew ew ew.
We see the shit stains in your zubie jeans.
Ew
Ew
Ew
Ewwwww.