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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of wine we can't pronounce
Too 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 rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like type of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three times a day
This shower head feels 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 will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, 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 used the shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
Treat 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 sew wings on tailored suits
on that ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
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 one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too 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 rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like type of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three times a day
This shower head feels 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 will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, 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 used the shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
Treat 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 sew wings on tailored suits
on that ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
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 one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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