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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls 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
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super 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 expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three a day
This head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of 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 lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
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
and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
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 suits
I’m on that 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 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 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
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super 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 expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three a day
This head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of 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 lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
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
and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the of cash you handed
Panic and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
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 suits
I’m on that 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 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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