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  • Artist: Frank Ocean f/ Earl Sweatshirt
  • Song Title: Super Rich Kids
  • Album: Channel Orange

Too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce
Too many bowls of that green no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

Start my day up on the roof
Theres nothing like 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 its good times yeah
She wash my back 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 cant pronounce
Too many bowls of that green no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar
Too many white 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
Real love

(Earl Sweatshirt)
Alright close your eyes for what you cant imagine
We are the xan-y gnashing caddy smashing bratty a** he mad he snatched his Daddy's Jag and used the s*** for batting practice
Adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up pappy done latch keyed us
Toying with raggedy annes and mammy done had enough
Brash as f*** 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 fool
Do they sew wings on tailored suits
Im on that ledge she grabs my arm she slaps my head
Its good times yeah
Sleeve rips off i slip i fall
The markets down 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 eyes and feel the crash

Too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce
Too many bowls of that green no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar
Too many white 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
Real love yea real love
I’m searching for a real love
Talking bout a real love

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