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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 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
Super rich kids with nothing but ends
Super 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 good (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls 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 lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Real love
I'm for a love
A love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
as ****
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 I'm drunk I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that 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 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 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 ends
Super 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 good (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls 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 lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Real love
I'm for a love
A love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
as ****
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 I'm drunk I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that 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 silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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