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Super Rich Kids
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come too much
ain't around enough
Too joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing 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 (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too many bottles of this 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 white 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 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 snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with 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 I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew 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 like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come too much
ain't around enough
Too joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing 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 (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too many bottles of this 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 white 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 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 snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with 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 I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew 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 like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way 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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