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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich 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
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 three times a day
This shower feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never 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 joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, love
Close your to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash 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 sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
Too bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich 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
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 three times a day
This shower feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never 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 joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, love
Close your to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash 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 sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
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