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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of 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
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's like this type of view
Point the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my back a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
just walk 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 many bowls of that 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
Super rich with but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching 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 his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
as ****
Breaching 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 sew wings on tailored suits
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 sixty stories
And some end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a cash
my eyes and feel the crash
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
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's like this type of view
Point the at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's times (yeah)
She washed my back a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
just walk 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 many bowls of that 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
Super rich with but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching 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 his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
as ****
Breaching 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 sew wings on tailored suits
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 sixty stories
And some end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a cash
my eyes and feel the crash
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