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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 joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich 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 news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head 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 two
A more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
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, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
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 sew wings on suits
I’m on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my and the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich 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 news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head 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 two
A more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
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, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
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 sew wings on suits
I’m on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my and the crash
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