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Frank Ocean – Super Rich Kids lyrics

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.
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.
There's 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.
It's good times, yeah.

She wash my back three times a day.
This shower head feels so amazing.
Well 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.
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 real love.
Real love, I'm searching real love.
Oh, real love.

Close your eyes for 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,
Adamant and he thrashing.
Purchasing crappy grams,
With half the hand of cash you handed.
Panicking, patch me up,
Pappy done latch keyed us.
Toying with Raggy Ann's,
And mammy done had enough.
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts,
Don't believe us.
Treat us like we can't erupt, yup.

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 'bout, do they sew wings on tailored 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 down like 60 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 can't 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 (ain't that something rare).
I'm searching for a real love (talking 'bout real love).
Real love, yea.
Real love (real love).
I'm searching for a real love.
Talking 'bout a real love.



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