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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 of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
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, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They 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 Lucky Charms
The maids 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 but loose ends
Super 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, real 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 batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
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, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They 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 Lucky Charms
The maids 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 but loose ends
Super 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, real 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 batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
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