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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 come 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 nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles 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 with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but friends
Real love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close your eyes to what 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 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 and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
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 they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on 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 stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come 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 nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles 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 with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but friends
Real love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close your eyes to what 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 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 and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
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 they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on 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 stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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