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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 many bowls of green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's like this 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 times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just walk by
They don't care
A one, a two
A more never do
Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A 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 for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
us
Treat us 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 grabs 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 don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's like this 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 times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just walk by
They don't care
A one, a two
A more never do
Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A 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 for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
us
Treat us 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 grabs 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 don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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