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 enoughToo 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 friendsStart my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tubeI 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 careA million one, a million two
A hundred more will never doToo many bottles of this wine we can't pronounceToo 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 JaguarToo many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friendsReal 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 xany-gnashing
Caddy-smashing, bratty assHe mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handedPanic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueductsDon't believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt, yupWe end our day up on the roofI 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 armShe slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like 60 storiesAnd 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 crashToo 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 friendsReal 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
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