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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 Lucky 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 nothing but loose ends
kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the clicker 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 times a day
shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with but friends
Real love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm searching for a 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 the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
half the of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying Raggy Anns and Mammy 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
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 like stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
Too many bowls of that 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 lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the clicker 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 times a day
shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with but friends
Real love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm searching for a 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 the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
half the of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying Raggy Anns and Mammy 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
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 like stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
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