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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 that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like type of view
Point the at the tube
I 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 head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred 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 too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
eyes to what 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 Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I do
But when I'm I act a fool (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 like sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like type of view
Point the at the tube
I 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 head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
don't care
A million one, a two
A hundred 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 too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich kids with but fake friends
love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm for a real love
Oh, real love
eyes to what 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 Annie thrashing
crappy grams
With half the of cash you handed
and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I do
But when I'm I act a fool (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 like sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
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