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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no 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 friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the at the tube
I 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 a day
This shower head 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 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 white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but friends
Real love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all 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 fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver 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 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 friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type of view
Point the at the tube
I 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 a day
This shower head 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 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 white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but friends
Real love
I'm for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close eyes to you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adam and thrashing
crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
and me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all 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 fool (talking about)
Do they sew on tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's like sixty stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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