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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come 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 kids with nothing but loose ends
rich kids nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the clicker at the tube
I prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my times a day
This 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 million two
A more will do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
kids nothing but ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to 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 grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying Raggy and Mammy done 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 do
But 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 good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come 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 kids with nothing but loose ends
rich kids nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the clicker at the tube
I prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my times a day
This 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 million two
A more will do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
kids nothing but ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to 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 grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying Raggy and Mammy done 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 do
But 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 good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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