Hipster Dance

I don't know what's hip today
Everyone is straight; everyone is gay
I'm caught up in the play
Tryin' to make my way
I'm amazed what they think is cool
I guess I'm just an old school fool
But if we're both millennial
What am I to do?

Oh, what's come to passin'
It is leavin' me gaspin'
It is leavin' me gaspin', and
Oh, I can't believe it
Just when I think I've seen it
Just when I think I've seen it

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!

Everybody loves hip hop
They just want to hear that beat drop
Pop has become a cash crop
I want to make it stop
A fad's a fad; a trend's a trend, but
Who gives a f—k if the world's gonna end?
We'll try to make amends but
Where do we begin?

Oh, what's come to passin'
It is leavin' me gaspin'
It is leavin' me gaspin', and
Oh, I can't believe it
Just when I think I've seen it
Just when I think I've seen it (woo!)

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!

When everybody's dancing in the same pants
Where is the future?
I can't take a stance
It's coming- this hipster dance
I'm always trying to do my own thing
Strange callings, my own brain

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Cade Quattlebaum, Nicholas Alexander Balleza, Robert Nicholas Floyd
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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