Super Rich Kids (Originally Performed by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt) [Karaoke Version] (Karaoke Version)

Super Rich Kids (Originally Performed by Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt) (Karaoke Version) - Karaoke

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

Close your eyes for what you can't imagine;

We are the xany gnashing

Caddy smashing bratty a**;

He mad he snatched his daddy's Jag

And used the sh*t for batting practice

Adamant and he thrashing

Purchasing crappy grams with

Half the hand of cash you handed

Panicking patch me up

Pappy done latch keyed us

Toying with Raggy Anns and mammy done had enough

Brash as f**k 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 about

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 sixty 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

I'm searching for a real love

Real love

I'm searching for a real love

Oh real love