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

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
Cuz 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 in that blackberry
You stupid fucking fake hippie

Fuck you, ew 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 dick, ew ew ew ew

We see the shit stains in your zubie jeans

Ew
Ew
Ew
Ewwwww