Fuck fake hippies (feat. kerry / natalie)

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 fun baby

Fuck fake hippies
Fuck fake hippies
Fuck fake hippies
You kinda smell like shit
Because real hippies
They don't wear zubie
They don't have blackberries
So fuck 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 fucking sick
Of these musician artist mood swings

Fuck fake hippies
Fuck 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 fuck fake hippies
Fuck 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 on that blackberry
You stupid fucking fake hippie

Fuck you
Ew ew ew ew ew ew
Oh fuck you
Ew ew ew ew ew ew
Fuck you

Suck my dick, too
Ew ew ew ew
Suck my (my my) dick
Ew ew ew ew

We see the shit stains in your zubie jeans
We see the shit stains in your zubie jeans
Oh we see the shit stains in your zubie jeans
We see the shit stains in your zubie jeans
We see the shit stains in your zubie jeans

Ew ew ew ew eww