Hipster Party Abe Parker

[Verse 1]
I woke up in made up macchiato
Running on a vinyl in my room
I smell like a new other Georgia pine tree
Spinning on my shackle for thrill

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I look dope in my photo blues
All my fine leather boots
Look out baby, Imma make some magic
Insta iPhone photoshoot
Builed a [?] living, wild and young and chill
Friday night, let's hit a hipster party up like, yes we will

[Chorus]
It's a hipster party
I know we [?]
I'm so nineteen seventy five years old since 1982
It's a hipster party
Where were you?

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

[Verse 2]
I could let you ride my motorcycle
Baby girl, what's up? Hey, how are you?
Go on and wrap up your arms around on my flannеl
Tell me about your best friеnd's new tattoo