[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