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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of 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 lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will do
Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, 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 shit for batting practice
and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
as ****
all these aqueducts
believe us
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 (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's like stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of 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 lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will do
Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, 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 shit for batting practice
and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
as ****
all these aqueducts
believe us
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 (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's like stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and feel the crash
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