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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too 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 in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing 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 good times (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many 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
rich kids with but loose ends
Super kids nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close your eyes to what 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 batting 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 Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
Treat us we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I do
But I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing 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 good times (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many 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
rich kids with but loose ends
Super kids nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close your eyes to what 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 batting 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 Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
Treat us we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I do
But I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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