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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich with 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
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 washed my three a day
This shower head so amazing
We'll be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super kids with but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm for a real 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 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
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all aqueducts
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 they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my and feel the crash
Too many of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich with 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
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 washed my three a day
This shower head so amazing
We'll be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super kids with but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm for a real 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 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
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
all aqueducts
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 they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my and feel the crash
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