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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive 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 head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A do
Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids 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 what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And 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 Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe us
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 they sew wings on tailored suits
on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A 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
ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive 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 head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A do
Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids 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 what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And 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 Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe us
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 they sew wings on tailored suits
on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
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