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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many of that 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
Super rich kids with nothing but ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this of view
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 times (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred will never do
Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With the of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy latch-keyed us
Toying Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t 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 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 stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many of that 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
Super rich kids with nothing but ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this of view
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 times (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred will never do
Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With the of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy latch-keyed us
Toying Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t 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 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 stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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