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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Start 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 washed my back three times a day
This head so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A more never do
Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the 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 Raggy Anns and done had enough
as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t us
us 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 tailored suits
I’m on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Start 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 washed my back three times a day
This head so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A more never do
Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the 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 Raggy Anns and done had enough
as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t us
us 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 tailored suits
I’m on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and the crash
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