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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.