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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 many bowls of 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 and
White lines
rich with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred 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 too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a 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, 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 you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
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 never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on suits
I’m on that ledge
She 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 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 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 and
White lines
rich with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred 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 too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a 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, 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 you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
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 never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on suits
I’m on that ledge
She 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 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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