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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 that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This head feels 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 many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
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
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching 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 drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
off, I slip, I fall
The market's sixty stories
And 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 that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This head feels 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 many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
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
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching 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 drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
off, I slip, I fall
The market's sixty stories
And 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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