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Too many bottles of this wine we pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no lucky charms
The maids around too much
Parents around enough
Too joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends

my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this of view
Point the at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new
New ice, new
New watch, times babe
good times, yeah
She wash my back three a day
This shower head feels so
We'll be high, the help don't stare
They just walk by, must don't care
A one, a million two
A hundred more will do

Too many bottles of this we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no lucky charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't enough
Too joy rides in daddy's jaguar
Too many white and white lines
Super kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids nothing but fake friends

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

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

We end our day up on the
I say I'll jump, I do
But when I'm I act a fool
Talking 'bout , do sew wings on tailored suits
I'm on that ledge, she my arm
She my head
good times, yeah
Sleeve off, I slip, I fall
The market's down 60 stories
And some end the way they should
My silver spoon has fed me
A million one, a million
Close my eyes and the crash

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

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