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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my back three a day
head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred will do
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 white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching 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 grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t believe 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 I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and feel the crash
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my back three a day
head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred will do
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 white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching 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 grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t believe 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 I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and feel the crash
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