Super Rich Kids (live) Lyrics - 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 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 

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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 

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 

Real love, I'm searching for a real love 

Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love 

Oh, real love 

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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 

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 

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 

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