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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this 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 times a day
head so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They by
must don't care
A one, a million two
A 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 white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich kids with nothing 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
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 used 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
Toying with Raggy Anns and done 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 suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this 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 times a day
head so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They by
must don't care
A one, a million two
A 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 white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich kids with nothing 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
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 used 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
Toying with Raggy Anns and done 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 suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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