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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
de 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 around too much
Parents ain't 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 but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They 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 of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm 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 shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy 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 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 drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The around too much
Parents ain't 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 but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They 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 of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm 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 shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy 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 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 drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
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