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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids 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 expensive 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 million two
A hundred more 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
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, 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 used the for practice
Adam and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us 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
I’m on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve 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 and the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids 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 expensive 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 million two
A hundred more 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
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, 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 used the for practice
Adam and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us 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
I’m on ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve 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 and the crash
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