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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 we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The 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 nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's like this type of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real 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
and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy 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
rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's sixty stories
And some don’t end the way 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 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 nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's like this type of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real 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
and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy 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
rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's sixty stories
And some don’t end the way 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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