Sleigh Bells - Super Rich Kids lyrics

[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 gla** 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] 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] Close your eyes to 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** 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 f**, breaching 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 sh** And all they clothes revealing they tits Pills, high enough to touch the rim in that b**h 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 f** I want All we ever do is whatever the f** 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 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 [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] 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 Talking bout a real love