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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 bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids but loose ends
Super with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good (yeah)
She my back times a day
head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of 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 and
White lines
Super rich but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm for a love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, love
Close 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 shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
us 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 they sew on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like 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 eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids but loose ends
Super with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good (yeah)
She my back times a day
head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of 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 and
White lines
Super rich but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm for a love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, love
Close 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 shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
us 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 they sew on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like 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 eyes and feel the crash
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