Frank Ocean - Super Rich Kids (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) Lyrics
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounceToo many bowls of that green, no Lucky CharmsThe maids come around too muchParents ain’t around enoughToo many joy rides in daddy’s JaguarToo many white lies and white linesSuper rich kids with nothing but loose endsSuper rich kids with nothing but fake friends[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]Start my day up on the roofThere’s nothing like this type of viewPoint the clicker at the tubeI prefer expensive newsNew car, new girlNew ice, new glassNew watch, good times babeIt's good times, yeahShe wash my back three times a dayThis shower head feels so amazingWe’ll both be high, the help don’t stareThey just walk by, they must don’t careA million one, a million twoA hundred more will never do[Chorus: Frank Ocean]Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounceToo many bowls of that green, no Lucky CharmsThe maids come around too muchParents ain’t around enoughToo many joy rides in daddy’s JaguarToo many white lies and white linesSuper rich kids with nothing but loose endsSuper rich kids with nothing but fake friends[Bridge]Real love, I’m searching for a real loveOh, real love, I’m searching for a real loveOh, real love[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]Close your eyes to what you can't imagineWe are the Xanny-gnashingCaddy-smashing, bratty assHe mad, he snatched his daddy's JagAnd used the shit for batting practiceAdamant and he thrashingPurchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handedPanic and patch me upPappy done latch-keyed usToying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enoughBrash as *****, breaching all these aqueductsDon’t believe usTreat us like we can’t erupt, yup[Alternate Verse 2: Frank Ocean]Polo sweats and Hermes blanketsThem label hoes be stealing my shitAnd all they clothes revealing they titsPills, high enough to touch the rim in that *****We party in my living roomCause father is goneAnd he left me this empireThat runs on its ownSo all I got to do is whatever the ***** I wantAll we ever do is whatever the ***** we want[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]We end our day up on the roofI say I’ll jump, I never doBut when I’m drunk I act a foolTalking bout, do they sew wings on tailored suitsI’m on that ledge, she grabs my armShe slaps my headIt's good times, yeahSleeve rips off, I slip, I fallThe market's down like 60 storiesAnd some don’t end the way they shouldMy silver spoon has fed me goodA million one, a million cashClose my eyes and feel the crash[Chorus: Frank Ocean]Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounceToo many bowls of that green, no Lucky CharmsThe maids come around too muchParents ain’t around enoughToo many joy rides in daddy’s JaguarToo many white lies and white linesSuper rich kids with nothing but loose endsSuper rich kids with nothing but fake friends[Outro]Real love, ain't that something rareI’m searching for a real love, talking bout real loveReal love yeahReal loveI’m searching for a real loveTalking bout a real love
