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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 that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
shower head feels 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 never do
Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real 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, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy and Mammy done 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 do
But when I'm I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
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 million one, a cash
my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
shower head feels 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 never do
Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real 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, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy and Mammy done 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 do
But when I'm I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
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 million one, a cash
my eyes and feel the crash
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