Super Rich Kids

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 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 joyrides 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 to 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 battin' practice

Adamant and he thrashin'

Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed

Panic and patch me up

Pappy done latch-keyed us

Toyin' with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough

Brash as fuck, breachin' 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 the 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

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 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 (Ain't that something rare?)

I'm searching for a real love (Talking 'bout real love)

Oh, real love

I'm searching for a real love

Real love