Frank Ocean Decides On Super Rich Kids as Next Single

 

 

Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounceToo many bowls of that green no lucky charmsThe maids come around too muchParents ain't around enoughToo many joy rides in daddy's jaguarToo many white lies and white linesSuper rich kids with nothing but loose endsSuper rich kids with nothing but fake friendsStart my day up on the roofThere's nothing like this type of viewPoint the clicker at the tubeI prefer expensive newsNew car, New girlNew ice, New glassNew watch good times babeIt's good times yeahShe wash my back three times a dayThis shower head feels so amazingWe'll both be highThe help don't stareThey just walk byThey must don't careA million one a million twoA hundred more will never doToo many bottles of this wine we can't pronounceToo many bowls of that green no lucky charmsThe maids come around too muchParents ain't around enoughToo many joy rides in daddy's jaguarToo many white lies and white linesSuper rich kids with nothing but loose endsSuper rich kids with nothing but fake friendsReal love, I'm searching for a real loveReal love, I'm searching for a real loveReal love(Earl)Close your eyes for what you can't imagine We are the xany gnashing caddy smashingBratty ass he mad he snatched his daddy's jagAnd used the shit for batting practiceAdamant and he thrashingPurchasing crappy gramsWith half the hand of cash you handedPanic and patch me upPappy done latch keyed us Toyin with raggy annes and mammy done had enoughBrash as fuck breaching all these aqueducts Don't believe us treat us like we can't eruptWe end our day up on the roofI say I'll jump I never doBut when I'm drunk I act a fool(Talkin bout)Do they sew wings on tailored suitsI'm on that ledgeShe grabs my armShe slaps my handIt's good times yeahSleeve rips off I slip I fallThe markets down like sixty storiesAnd some don't end the way they shouldMy silver spoon has fed me goodA million one a million cashClose my eyes and feel the crashToo many bottles of this wine we can't pronounceToo many bowls of that green no lucky charmsThe maids come around too muchParents ain't around enoughToo many joy rides in daddy's jaguarToo many white lies and white linesSuper rich kids with nothing but loose endsSuper rich kids with nothing but fake friendsReal love(Ain't that something rare)I'm searching for a real love(Talkin bout real love)Real love yeaReal loveI'm searching for a real loveTalkin bout a real love