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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The 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 kids with but loose ends
rich kids nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
shower feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred will never do
Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm for a 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 grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
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 they sew wings on tailored suits
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 some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The 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 kids with but loose ends
rich kids nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
shower feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred will never do
Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm for a 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 grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
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 they sew wings on tailored suits
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 some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
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