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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But I'm drunk I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But I'm drunk I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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