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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 green, no Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three times a day
This shower so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles of we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching 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 used the for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with 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 when I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like stories
And some end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
Too many bowls of green, no Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three times a day
This shower so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles of we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching 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 used the for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with 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 when I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like stories
And some end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
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