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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like type 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
head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred will never do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich with but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm 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 used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy 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 they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's 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 bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like type 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
head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred will never do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich with but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm 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 used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy 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 they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's 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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