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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 bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids with but ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type 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 good times (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A will never do
Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
with nothing but friends
love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close 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
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I do
But when I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She 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 should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
Too bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids with but ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type 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 good times (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A will never do
Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
with nothing but friends
love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close 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
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I do
But when I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She 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 should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
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