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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 bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type 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 times (yeah)
She my three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred will do
Too many bottles of 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 and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and Mammy done 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 I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that 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 like stories
And some 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 maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type 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 times (yeah)
She my three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred will do
Too many bottles of 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 and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and Mammy done 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 I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that 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 like stories
And some 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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