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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super 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, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred 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
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but ends
Super kids with nothing but 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, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 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
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super 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, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred 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
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but ends
Super kids with nothing but 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, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 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
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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