Frank Ocean Ft. Earl Sweatshirt – Super Rich Kids

Letra de Super Rich Kids de Frank Ocean y Earl Sweatshirt

Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charm
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
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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
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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
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Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charm
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
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Real love, I’m searching for a real love
Real love, I’m searching for a real love
Oh, real love
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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 sh*t for batting practice, adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
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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
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Polo sweats and Hermes blankets
Them label hoe’s be stealing my sh*t
And all they clothes revealing they tits
Pills, high enough to touch the rim in that bit*h
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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
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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
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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
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Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charm
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
From Letra-Lyrics.com

Real love (ain't that something rare)
I’m searching for a real love (talking 'bout real love)
Real love yea
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Real love
I’m searching for a real love
Talking 'bout a real love.
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Redactada por: Kelly