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Too many bottles of this wine we can't
Too many bowls of that green, no charms
The maids come around too
Parents around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many white lies and lines
Super rich kids with but loose ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends

my day up on the roof
There's nothing like type of view
Point the clicker at the
I prefer news
New car, new
New ice, new
New watch, good times
It's times, yeah
She wash my back times a day
This shower feels so amazing
We'll be high, the help don't stare
They just walk by, they must care
A one, a million two
A hundred more never do

Too bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many of that green, no lucky charms
The maids around too much
Parents ain't around
Too many joy rides in jaguar
Too many white lies and lines
Super rich with nothing but loose ends
Super rich with nothing but fake friends

Real love, I'm searching for a love
love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, love

Close your eyes for you can't imagine, we are the xany gnashing
smashing, bratty ass, he mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice, adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you
Panicking, patch me up, Pappy latch keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and mammy done had
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts; believe us
Treat us like we erupt, yup

We end our day up on the
I say I'll jump, I do
But I'm drunk I act a fool
Talking 'bout , do they sew wings on suits
I'm on ledge, she grabs my arm
She slaps my
It's times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's down 60 stories
And some don't end the way should
My silver spoon has fed me
A million one, a million
Close my eyes and the crash

Too many bottles of wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky
The maids come around too
Parents around enough
Too many joy in daddy's jaguar
Too many white lies and lines
Super rich kids with nothing but ends
Super rich kids with but fake friends

Real love (ain't something rare)
I'm searching for a real love (talking 'bout love)
love yeah
Real
I'm for a real love
Talking 'bout a love