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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 too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but ends
Super rich kids with but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like 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 times (yeah)
She washed my three a day
shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy 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
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real 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 his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe us
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 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 sixty 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 too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but ends
Super rich kids with but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like 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 times (yeah)
She washed my three a day
shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy 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
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real 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 his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe us
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 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 sixty 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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