Super Rich Kids

Lyrics

[Chorus: Frank Ocean] 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 nothin' but loose ends Super rich kids with nothin' 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 (Dyn-O-Mite) This shower head feels so amazin' 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 [Chorus: Frank Ocean] 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 nothin' but loose ends Super rich kids with nothin' but fake friends [Post-Chorus: Frank Ocean] Real love I'm searchin' for a real love Oh, real love I'm searchin' for a real love Oh, real love [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Alright, close your eyes for what you can't imagine We are the Xanny-gnashin', Caddy-smashin' bratty ass He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag and used the shit for batting practice Adamant and he thrashin' Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed Panic and patch me up Pappy done latch-keyed us Toyin' 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, yeah [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 Talkin' '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 [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms (Ah) The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough (Uh-uh, uh) Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with nothin' but loose ends Super rich kids with nothin' but fake friends [Post-Chorus: Frank Ocean] Real love (Ain't that somethin' rare?) I'm searchin' for a real love (Talkin' 'bout real love) Uh-oh, uh-oh (uh-oh) Real love, real love, yeah Real love (Real love) I'm searchin' for a real love Talkin' 'bout real love (Oh, ooh, ooh) [Outro] A fantastic product— Killing—