Super Rich Kids (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

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 daddys 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
Well both be high
The help dont 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 daddys 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
Im searching for a real love
Real love
Im searching for a real love
Real love
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 **** 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 annes and mammy done had enough
Brash as ****** breaching all these aqueducts
Dont believe us treat us like we cant erupt yup
We end our day up on the roof
I say Ill 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
And some dont 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 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 daddys 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
(aint that something rare)
Im searching for a real love
(talkin bout real love)
Real love yea
Real love
Im searching for a real love
Talkin bout a real love