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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The 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 nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's like this of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer 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 shower head so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just 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 around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
rich kids 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 searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t 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 drunk I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on 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 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 feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The 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 nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's like this of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer 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 shower head so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just 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 around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
rich kids 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 searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t 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 drunk I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on 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 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 feel the crash
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