Super Rich Kids
Frank Ocean
00:00
05:04
Song Introduction
"Super Rich Kids" is a track by American singer-songwriter Frank Ocean from his acclaimed 2012 debut album **Channel Orange**. The song delves into themes of wealth, privilege, and the emotional void that can accompany materialism. Featuring a guest verse by rapper Earl Sweatshirt, it combines smooth R&B melodies with insightful, introspective lyrics. "Super Rich Kids" was praised for its lyrical depth and production quality, highlighting Frank Ocean's unique ability to blend storytelling with contemporary soundscapes. The song has become a fan favorite and is often cited as a standout piece in Ocean's discography.
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Lyric
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 enough
Too many joyrides 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
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I 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 care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
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 enough
Too many joyrides 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
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
♪
Oh, real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Alright, close your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the Xanny-gnashing, caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag'
And used the shit for battin' practice
Adamant and he thrashin'
Purchasin' crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toyin' with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breachin' all these aqueducts
Don't believe us, treat us like we can't erupt, yup
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But when I'm drunk, I act the 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
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 enough
Too many joyrides 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
Real love (ain't that something rare?)
I'm searching for a real love (talking 'bout real love)
Real love, yeah
Real love (real love)
I'm searching for a real love
Talking 'bout real love