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letra de ap lit - frank ocean - super rich kids - malanee grant

too many bottles of this wine we can’t pr-nounce
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 1: frank ocean]
start my day up on the roof
there’s nothing like this type of view
point the cl!cker at the tube
i prefer expensive news
new car, new girl
new ice, new gl-ss
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 2: earl sweatshirt]
close your eyes to what you can’t imagine
we are the xany-gnashing
caddy-smashing, bratty -ss
he mad, he sn-tched his daddy’s jag
and used the sh-t for batting practice
adamant and he thrashing
purchasing cr-ppy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
panic and patch me up
pappy done latch-keyed us
toying with raggy anns and mammy done had enough
brash as f-ck, breaching all these aqueducts
don’t believe us
treat us like we can’t erupt, yup

[alternate verse 2: frank ocean]
polo sweats and hermes blankets
them label hoes be stealing my sh-t
and all they clothes revealing they t-ts
pills, high enough to touch the rim in that b-tch
we party in my living room
cause father is gone
and he left me this empire
that runs on its own
so all i got to do is whatever the f-ck i want
all we ever do is whatever the f-ck we want

[verse 3: 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

- malanee grant

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