super rich kids feat. earl sweatshirt

(f. ocean, r. hammond, j. ho, t. kgosistile,

m. morales, k. robinson,

n. robinson jr, m. rooney)



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 i’m searching for a real love

real love i’m searching for a real love

real love

(earl)

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 **** 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 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