[Hook]
 Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
 Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
 The [bad word] 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

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
 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
 million one, a million two
 hundred more will never do

[Hook]
 Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
 Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
 The [bad word] 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

[Bridge]
 Real love, I'm searching for a real love
 Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love
 Oh, real love

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
 Close your eyes for what you can't imagine; we are the xany gnashing
 Caddy smashing, bratty [bad word]  he mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
 And used the [bad word] for batting practice, adamant and he thrashing
 Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
 Panicking, patch me up; Pappy done latch keyed us
 Toying with Raggy Anns and mammy done had enough
 Brash as [bad word]  breaching all these aqueducts; don't believe us
 Treat us like we can't [bad word]  yup

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
 We end our day up on the roof
 I say I'll jump, I never do
 But when I'm [bad word] I act a 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
 million one, a million cash
 Close my eyes and feel the crash

[Hook]
 Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
 Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
 The [bad word] 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

[Outro]
 Real love (ain't that something rare)
 I'm searching for a real love (talking 'bout real love)
 Real love, yea
 Real love (real love)
 I'm searching for a real love
 Talking 'bout a real love