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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

Real love, I’m searching for a real love

Real love, I’m searching for a real love

Oh, real love

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

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

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

- Super Rich Kids, Frank Ocean