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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will do
Too many of we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, 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
Purchasing grams
With half the of you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with and Mammy 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored suits
I’m on 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 don’t 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 many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will do
Too many of we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a love
Oh, 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
Purchasing grams
With half the of you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with and Mammy 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored suits
I’m on 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 don’t 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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