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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 many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
rich with nothing but 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 love
Oh, real love
Close your 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 batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Anns and Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t 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 when I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And 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 many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
rich with nothing but 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 love
Oh, real love
Close your 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 batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Anns and Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t 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 when I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And 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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