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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 that green, no Lucky Charms
The around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They just by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too 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 white lies and
White lines
kids with but loose ends
Super 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 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 practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe 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 I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on 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 some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
They just by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too 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 white lies and
White lines
kids with but loose ends
Super 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 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 practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe 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 I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on 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 some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and the crash
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