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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super 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 expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back a day
shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They just by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A more will never do
Too many 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 and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm for a love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close your eyes 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 shit for batting practice
and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying Raggy and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all 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 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 down like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and the crash
Too of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super 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 expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back a day
shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They just by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A more will never do
Too many 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 and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm for a love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close your eyes 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 shit for batting practice
and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying Raggy and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all 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 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 down like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and the crash
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