Letra de Super Rich Kids - Frank Ocean

(Feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

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

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

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

Real love

I'm searchin' for a real love

Oh, real love

I'm searchin' for a real love

Oh, real love

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

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

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

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)

A fantastic product—

Killing—

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