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

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

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

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

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

We end our day up on the
I say jump, I never 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 my head
It's good times,
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I
The down like 60 stories
And don't end the way they should
My silver has fed me good
A million one, a cash
Close my eyes and the crash

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

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