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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
lines
rich kids but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three times a day
This shower so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will do
Too bottles of this 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 joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to 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
half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and Mammy done had enough
as ****
all these aqueducts
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 I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored 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 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
lines
rich kids but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I prefer news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three times a day
This shower so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will do
Too bottles of this 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 joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to 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
half the hand of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and Mammy done had enough
as ****
all these aqueducts
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 I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored 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 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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