Super Rich Kids

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Frank Ocean

Christopher Francis Ocean (born Christopher Breaux; October 28, 1987), better known by his stage name Frank Ocean, is an American singer-songwriter from New Orleans, Louisiana. Ocean's early career was as a ghostwriter for artists such as Brandy, Justin Bieber, and John Legend. In 2010, he became a… more »

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 

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
 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


Real love, I’m searching for a real love
Real love, I’m searching for a real love
Oh, real love

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
 Close your eyes to 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  Panic and 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

[Alternate Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Polo sweats and Hermes blankets
Them label hoes be stealing my shit
And all they clothes revealing they tits
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 its own
So all I got to do is whatever the fuck I want
All we ever do is whatever the fuck we want

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
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 


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
 Talking bout a real love



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