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