Super Rich Kids (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 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 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 Alright, close your eyes to what you can't imagine We are the Xanny-gnashing, caddy-smashing, bratty ass He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag And used the shit for battin' practice Adamant and he thrashin' Purchasin' 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, yup We end our day up on the roof I say I'll jump, I never do But when I'm drunk, I act the 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 (real love) I'm searching for a real love Talking 'bout a real love

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