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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's like this type of view
Point 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 a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids 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 nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids 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
your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the for batting practice
Adam and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy 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 I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs 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 spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's like this type of view
Point 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 a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids 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 nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids 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
your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the for batting practice
Adam and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy 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 I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs 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 spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
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