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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 bowls of green, no Lucky 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 rich kids with nothing but 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 good times (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
shower head so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close 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 thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and Mammy done had enough
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 tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She 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 they should
My silver 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 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 rich kids with nothing but 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 good times (yeah)
She washed my back times a day
shower head so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
just walk by
They must don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close 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 thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy latch-keyed us
Toying with Anns and Mammy done had enough
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 tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She 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 they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
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