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I Was Killing Hipsters Before Killing Hipsters Was Cool

from WEIRDO: Love Songs For Revolutionary Spirits by Social Anxiety

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In the land of sinners, from a city of snakes, taught to work the room like domesticated fakes, Made in a lab by a white coat parade, son of the XY enigma, set stunners to phase
I live for the doctor to administer the lethal dose, I’d die to feel alive but that's not how it goes, Got a Gideon in the drawer and these wolves at my door and a little voice in my head settling scores
And they laugh in epitaphs when we ask for more, stranded on the same island, just on different shores, Pledged my disorders as benefits, scribbled on floors, as they played the world's smallest violin ‘till sore
Begged the universe for patience and it made me a patient, that’s the irony in a mouse flooding his own basement, Good ideas muddied by human innovation, so I've planted pipe bombs in local radio stations
Took out the fuselage to fly without gimmicks, can count on two hands the times I went past city limits With arms like cork wood for savage dependents, while pupils resembled the addict’s diminished vision
Hit heavy traffic on the road to success, so I’ve taken to drivin’ on the shoulder screamin’ “fuck it!”, You thank God, I thank my therapist cuz otherwise I’d be just another weirdo in Los Angeles

[Chorus:]
Maybe I’m just trying to piss you off, it’s a sadists way of getting off, There you go trying to call the cops, while I set fire to these fucking snobs
I’m trying to be the guy that incites these mobs, in an attempt to right all of their wrongs While you keep praying for my swan song, like this stage isn’t where I fucking belong

Who do I gotta fuck to reach sex symbol status? Labels told me it’s easier to bring my own mattress. Surrounded by fuck boys in Urban Outfitters jackets, I’d rather use rappers like these for target practice
Only co-sign I get’s geometrically active, all the scriptures I’ve read were started on napkins, Simply put I'm the tastiest cabbage in the patch, give zero gravity fucks when my flame won’t rise from the match
Uh, cuz it's hard to recreate this fission, when the landlord hides your keys in the neighbor's kitchen, Even my chasers are laced with obscenities, a side effect of bein’ the embodiment of the American Dream
Instead of listing ways that you’re not better than me, Ima just say that you’re girlfriend looks better on me, Shots fired like a goddamn AR-15. On this earth to eat, fuck, shit, rap, and sleep.
That bitches and bling shit just ain’t for me but if I start rapping ‘bout kale, kill me please, If I start wearing tight jeans, sterilize me, ddd man in the scene, the holy trinity
See everyone in the crowd staring at me, they've never seen a guero in the game spit like me, So obscene, was born with 3 X’s tatted on me, if you’re lookin’ for Mr. Clean try aisle thirteen
Falling in between hipsterdom and gangsta dreams, moderation is key so I take these pills in three’s, And these girls don’t form in lines they form in teams, which one’ll play me first, we’ll just have to see
They all want a test drive, but no one wants to keep, a few girls hurt me or so I’ve been led to believe, Truth be told, they've never gotten that close to me, my love’s an illusion, yours is a novelty

[Chorus]

Maybe I’m just trying to piss you off, I’m a sadist trying to get off, There you go trying to call the cop, while I set fire to these fucking snobs
I’m trying to be the guy that incites these mobs in an attempt to right all of their wrongs While you keep praying for my swan song like first place isn’t where I fucking belong

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from WEIRDO: Love Songs For Revolutionary Spirits, released July 9, 2016

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