Frank Ocean ☆ Super Rich Kids

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 aint around
enough
Too many joy rides in
daddys 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
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 aint around
enough
Too many joy rides in
daddys 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 daddys Jag
And used the shut 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 markets 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
daddys 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 real love
Real love yea
Real love real love
I’m searching for a
real love
Talking bout a real love