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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 Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids 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 prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good (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 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 rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close 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 used the shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
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 they sew on tailored suits
I’m on 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 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 bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids 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 prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good (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 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 rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close 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 used the shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
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 they sew on tailored suits
I’m on 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 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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