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Super Rich Kids 
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de 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 many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker 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 my three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A 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 enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close your eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on tailored suits
on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's times, yeah
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 many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
lines
Super rich kids nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker 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 my three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A 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 enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close your eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these 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 drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do sew wings on tailored suits
on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's times, yeah
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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