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Super Rich Kids 
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de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many 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 and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the 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 head so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred do
Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too 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
Real love
I'm searching for a love
A real 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 his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching 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 when I'm drunk I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on 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 some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many 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 and
White lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
rich with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the 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 head so amazing
We'll both be high
The don't stare
just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred do
Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too 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
Real love
I'm searching for a love
A real 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 his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching 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 when I'm drunk I act a (talking about)
Do they sew wings on 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 some don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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