Midnight Brown

Midnight Brown - Baristacratic lyrics

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Barista...

Well she's pierced up

But she works for tips

She got the carpal tunnel

From the extra whip

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She knows the hours of the store

With the vintage clothes

But she can't remember

How your order goes

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Can barely make a mocha

But she knows her lattes

She's on the phone with her man

All damn day

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If your shift (?) her's

Then you just can't win

She's showin' up late and

Hungover again

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She says she's gonna move

Can't take it anymore

And the Academy of Art

Didn't like her test scores

And on top of all that

She had a fight with her Mom

And she really needs to hear

That one Outkast song

So I dropped out of pottery class. The teacher was a total. BITCH. I mean I don't even know why I bothered. It's- excuse me, what did you order again?

She claims she was the life

Of the party last night

But it seems she don't remember

The tears or the fight

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She rides a bike to work

Like the rest of them

Since she burned up the clutch

In her Dad's BM

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She party all night and she

Sleep all day

Says movin' to Europe is the

Only way

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All the men in her life

Get played like chumps

'Cause she cheats on her boyfriend

Every six months

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She hates your hair

She hates your clothes

She hates your shoes

She's indisposed

How dare you try

To buy a drink

She's off on break

Smokes the cloves that stink

Isn't it the cutest tattoo you've ever seen? I know. I especially like the way he drew the eyepatch. I have the toughest dolphin. No, we don't have scones.

All this pressure

Her mind's adrift

I'd like to see you try

To work a four hour shift

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She laughs at the thought

Of Sunday night

She's in The Mission on Tuesdays

To party right

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Claims to be a non-conformist

So anything goes

She's got a ring on her lip

And more on her toes

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She'd pour your cup of coffee

But she had to take a call

School starts in three weeks

So she doesn't care at all

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So I'm not talking to David EVER again. I can't believe he told Cheyna that we hooked up. It's like, I they're married and all, but it's really none of her business. It's like, gimme a break. My life is so hard...

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