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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 of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing 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 (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 walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A more never do
Too many 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 joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white and
White lines
Super with but loose ends
rich kids nothing but friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, real love
Close your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on 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 like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing 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 (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 walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A more never do
Too many 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 joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white and
White lines
Super with but loose ends
rich kids nothing but friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, real love
Close your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on 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 like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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