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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type 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 times (yeah)
She washed my back three a day
This shower so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
don't care
A million one, a million two
A more will do
Too bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich 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, 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 the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing 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 Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
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 drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings 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 sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
rich kids nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing this type 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 times (yeah)
She washed my back three a day
This shower so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
don't care
A million one, a million two
A more will do
Too bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
Super rich 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, 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 the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing 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 Mammy had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
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 drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings 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 sixty stories
And some don’t end the way they should
My spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
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