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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich kids with but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just by
must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your 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 Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 sew wings on tailored suits
on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich kids with but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just by
must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your 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 Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 sew wings on tailored suits
on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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