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Super Rich Kids 
Easy
by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
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Too many of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the clicker 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 times a day
shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real 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 used the shit for batting practice
and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us 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 tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
Too many bowls of green, no Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
White lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but fake friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
the clicker 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 times a day
shower head feels so amazing
We'll be high
The don't stare
They just walk by
don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many lies and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real 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 used the shit for batting practice
and thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and done had enough
as ****
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us 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 tailored suits
I’m on that ledge
She my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A one, a million cash
Close my and feel the crash
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