[Hook]
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Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
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Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
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The maids come around too much
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Parents ain't around enough
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Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
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Too many white lies and white lines
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Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
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Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
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[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
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Start my day up on the roof
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There's nothing like this type of view
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Point the clicker at the tube
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I prefer expensive news
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New car, new girl
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New ice, new glass
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New watch, good times babe
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It's good times, yeah
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She wash my back three times a day
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This shower head feels so amazing
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We'll both be high, the help don't stare
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They just walk by, they must don't care
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A million one, a million two
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A hundred more will never do
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[Hook]
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Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
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Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
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The maids come around too much
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Parents ain't around enough
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Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
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Too many white lies and white lines
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Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
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Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
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[Bridge]
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Real love, I'm searching for a real love
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Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love
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Oh, real love
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[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Close your eyes for what you can't imagine; we are the xany gnashing
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Caddy smashing, bratty ass; he mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
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And used the shit for batting practice, adamant and he thrashing
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Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
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Panicking, patch me up; Pappy done latch keyed us
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Toying with Raggy Anns and mammy done had enough
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Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts; don't believe us
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Treat us like we can't erupt, yup
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[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
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We end our day up on the roof
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I say I'll jump, I never do
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But when I'm drunk I act a fool
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Talking 'bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits
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I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm
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She slaps my head
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It's good times, yeah
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Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
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The market's down like 60 stories
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And some don't end the way they should
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My silver spoon has fed me good
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A million one, a million cash
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Close my eyes and feel the crash
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[Hook]
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Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
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Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
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The maids come around too much
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Parents ain't around enough
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Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar
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Too many white lies and white lines
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Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
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Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
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[Outro]
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Real love (ain't that something rare)
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I'm searching for a real love (talking 'bout real love)
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Real love, yea
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Real love (real love)
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I'm searching for a real love
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Talking 'bout a real love
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Super Rich Kids
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Frank Ocean |