M-Boy - Super Rich Kids lyrics

[Verse 1: M-Boy] We are the bratty a**es kids doing sh** you can't imagine Having fun adults can't handle cause we're f**ing off the handle Gashes needed to be patched back up we're the kids who don't give a f** What we're doing nothing much there's always a group of hugs And a group of thugs and a group of punks And some f**ing hipsters playing a game of twister We are the f**ing gnarley bunch kinda like them brady's uh Do this cause we're pa**ion-nut kind of like them activist We smash these f**s you're getting none k** 'em just like a tommy gun So much fun we are the fun Aiming to be number one Yuh [Refrain] 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 2: 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 [Refrain] [Bridge] Real love, I'm searching for a real love Real love, I'm searching for a real love Oh, real love [Verse 3: 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 Addy thrashing Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed Panic and patch me up Pappy done latchkeyed 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 [Verse 4: 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 [Refrain] [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