Frank Ocean - Super Rich Kids
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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

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

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 Anns
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 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 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
(Real love)
I'm searching for a real love
Talking 'bout a real love

these lyrics are submitted by BURKUL3
these lyrics are last corrected by ThaBoss

Songwriter(s): Nathaniel Robinson Jr, Mark Rooney, James Ryan Wuihun Ho, Thebe Kgositsile, Roy Hammond, Christopher Breaux, Kirk Robinson, Nathaniel Robinson, James Ryan Ho, Mark Morales
Copyright: Bug Music, Dreamworld Pudding, Songs Of Universal Inc., Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Randomblackdude Publishing, Sw
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