7) SUPER RICH KIDS Ebmaj7 Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green no lucky charms

The ^F#maj7maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough ^C#maj7Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar Too many white lies and white lines ^Bb7sus4Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends ^BbaugSuper rich kids with nothing but fake friends (repeat chords as necessary)

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 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 friends Real love, I'm searching for a real love Real love, I'm searching for a real love Real love (Earl) Close your eyes for what you can't imagine We are the xany gnashing caddy smashing Bratty ass he 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 handed Panic and patch me up Pappy done latch keyed us Toyin with raggy annes and mammy done had enough Brash as fuck breaching all these aqueducts Don't believe us treat us like we can't erupt We end our day up on the roof I say I'll jump I never do But when I'm drunk I act a fool (Talkin bout) Do they sew wings on tailored suits I'm on that ledge She grabs my arm She slaps my hand It's good times yeah Sleeve rips off I slip I fall The markets down like sixty 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 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 friends Real love (Ain't that something rare) I'm searching for a real love (Talkin bout real love) Real love yea Real love I'm searching for a real love Talkin bout a real love