Super Rich Kids (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

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 joyrides in daddy's Jaguar

Too many white lies and white lines

Super rich kids with nothin' but loose ends

Super rich kids with nothin' 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 amazin'

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 joyrides in daddy's Jaguar

Too many white lies and white lines

Super rich kids with nothin' but loose ends

Super rich kids with nothin' but fake friends

Real love

I'm searchin' for a real love

A real love

I'm searchin' for a real love

Oh, real love

Alright, close your eyes for what you can't imagine

We are the Xanny gnashing, Caddy smashing

Bratty-ass, he mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag

And used the shit for batting practice

Adamant and he thrashin'

Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed

Panickin', patch me up

Pappy done latchkeyed us

Toyin' with Raggedy Ann's and mammy done had enough

Brash as fuck, breachin' all these aqueducts

Don't believe us, treat us like we can't erupt

Yeah

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

Talkin' 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 and 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 (Uh-uh, uh)

Too many joyrides in daddy's Jaguar

Too many white lies and white lines

Super rich kids with nothin' but loose ends

Super rich kids with nothin' but fake friends

Real love (Ain't that somethin' rare?)

I'm searchin' for a real love (Talkin' 'bout a real love)

Uh-oh, uh-oh, a real love

Real love, yeah

Real love (Real love)

I'm searchin' for a real love

Talkin' 'bout a real love (Real love, oh, ooh, ooh)