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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 Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's like type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't enough
Too many joy 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
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close 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 the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's like type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The help don't stare
They walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't enough
Too many joy 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
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love
Close 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 the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
I’m on ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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