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Super Rich Kids 
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de 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 Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's like type of view
Point the 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 feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Anns and Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's like type of view
Point the 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 feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Anns and Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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