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Super Rich Kids Lyrics – Frank Ocean feat. Earl Sweatshirt

    Super Rich Kids is a popular song by Frank Ocean featuring Earl Sweatshirt, from the 2012 album channel ORANGE. Check words to Frank Ocean Super Rich Kids Lyrics in English below.

    Super Rich Kids Lyrics – Frank Ocean feat. Earl Sweatshirt 

    [Chorus: 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

    [Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
    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
    [Chorus: 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

    [Bridge: Frank Ocean]
    Real love, I’m searching for a real love
    Oh, real love, I’m searching for a real love
    Oh, real love

    [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
    Alright, close your eyes to what you can’t imagine
    We are the Xanny-gnashing
    Caddy-smashing, bratty assy
    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, breachin’ all these aqueducts
    Don’t believe us
    Treat us like we can’t erupt, yup
    [Alternate Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
    Polo sweats and Hermes blankets
    Them label hoes be stealing my shit
    And all they clothes revealing they tits
    Pills, high enough to touch the rim in that bitch
    We party in my living room
    ‘Cause father is gone
    And he left me this empire
    That runs on its own
    So all I got to do is whatever the fuck I want
    All we ever do is whatever the fuck we want

    [Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
    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 hand
    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
    [Chorus: 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

    [Outro: Frank Ocean]
    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
    Talkin’ ’bout a real love

     

    Writer(s): Frank Ocean, Pharrell Williams, Shea Taylor

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