too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce too many bowls of that green no lucky charms the maids come around too much parents aint around enough
too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar too many white lies & 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 theres 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 its 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 dont care a million one a million two a hundred more will never do
too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce too many bowls of that green no lucky charms the maids come around too much parents aint around enough too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar too many white lies & white lines super rich kids with nothing but loose ends super rich kids with nothing but fake friends real love real love real love
(Earl) i’m searching for a real love i’m searching for a real love alright close your eyes for what you cant imagine we are the xany gnashing caddy smashing bratty ass he mad he snatched his daddys jag & used the shit for batting practice adamant & he thrashing purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed panic & patch me up pappy done latch keyed us toying with raggy annes & mammy done had enough brash as fuck breaching all these aqueducts
(Frank Ocean)
we end our day up on the roof i say i’ll jump i never do but when im drunk i act a fool (talkin bout) do they sew wings on tailored suits im on that ledge she grabs my arm she slaps my head its good times yeah sleeve rips off i slip i fall the markets down like sixty stories & some dont end the way they should my silver spoon has fed me good a million one a million cash close my eyes & feel the crash too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce too many bowls of that green no lucky charms the maids come around too much parents aint around enough too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar too many white lies & white lines super rich kids with nothing but loose ends super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
real love (aint that something rare) i’m searching for a real love (talkin bout real love) real love yea real love i’m searching for a real love talkin bout a real love
Lyrics: Frank Ocean – Super Rich Kids
too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce too many bowls of that green no lucky charms the maids come around too much
parents aint around enough
too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
too many white lies & 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
theres 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
its 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 dont care
a million one a million two
a hundred more will never do
too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce too many bowls of that green no lucky charms the maids come around too much
parents aint around enough
too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
too many white lies & white lines
super rich kids with nothing but loose ends super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
real love real love real love
(Earl)
i’m searching for a real love i’m searching for a real love
alright
close your eyes for what you cant imagine
we are the xany gnashing caddy smashing bratty ass he mad he snatched his daddys jag & used the shit for batting practice
adamant & he thrashing
purchasing crappy grams
with half the hand of cash you handed
panic & patch me up
pappy done latch keyed us
toying with raggy annes & mammy done had enough brash as fuck breaching all these aqueducts
(Frank Ocean)
we end our day up on the roof
i say i’ll jump i never do
but when im drunk i act a fool (talkin bout)
do they sew wings on tailored suits
im on that ledge she grabs my arm
she slaps my head
its good times yeah
sleeve rips off i slip i fall
the markets down like sixty stories
& some dont end the way they should
my silver spoon has fed me good
a million one a million cash
close my eyes & feel the crash
too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce too many bowls of that green no lucky charms the maids come around too much
parents aint around enough
too many joy rides in daddy’s jaguar
too many white lies & white lines
super rich kids with nothing but loose ends super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
real love
(aint that something rare)
i’m searching for a real love
(talkin bout real love)
real love yea
real love
i’m searching for a real love talkin bout a real love