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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing type of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm 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
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 Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on 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 stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids around too much
ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids nothing but ends
Super rich kids with nothing but friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing type of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many and
White lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm 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
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 Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t 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 when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on 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 stories
And some don’t end the way should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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