Frank Ocean, Earl Sweatshirt - 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
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 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 for a real love
Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love

Alright, close your eyes to
What you can't imagine
We are the Xanny-gnashing
Caddy-smashing, bratty assy
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
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and
Mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breachin' all these aqueducts
Don't believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt, yup

Polo sweats and Hermes blankets
Them label hoes be stealing my shit
And all they clothes revealing they tit's
Pills, high enough to touch the
Rim in that bitch we party in my living room
'Cause father is gone
And he left me this empire
That runs on it's own so all I got to do is
Whatever the fuck I want
All we ever do is whatever the fuck we want

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 suit's
I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm
She slaps my hand 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, yeah
Real love i'm searching for a real love
Talkin' 'bout a real love