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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 loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing 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 times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
kids with but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real 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 shit for batting practice
and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
as ****
all these aqueducts
Don’t 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 (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my and 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 loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing 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 times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
kids with but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real 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 shit for batting practice
and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
as ****
all these aqueducts
Don’t 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 (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my and the crash
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