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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 green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She my three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
Super rich kids with but 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 what 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 batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
half the hand of cash you handed
and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat 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 I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and the crash
Too bowls of green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She my three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
Super rich kids with but 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 what 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 batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
half the hand of cash you handed
and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat 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 I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
my eyes and the crash
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