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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich with but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's 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 good times (yeah)
She washed my back three a day
This shower head feels 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 bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many 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 many white and
lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the of you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs 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 don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich with but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's 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 good times (yeah)
She washed my back three a day
This shower head feels 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 bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many 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 many white and
lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the of you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 I'm I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs 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 don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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