Lyrics of Super rich kids (live)

Too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents aint around enough
Too many joy rides in daddys 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
Theres 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
Well both be high, the help dont stare
They just walk by, they must dont care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do

Too many bottles of this wine we cant pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents aint around enough
Too many joy rides in daddys 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, im searching for a real love
Real love, im searching for a real love
Oh, real love

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
Panicking, patch me up; pappy done latch keyed us
Toying with raggy anns and mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts; dont believe us
Treat us like we cant erupt, yup

Polo sweats and hermes blankets
Them label hoes be stealing my shit
And all they clothes revealing they tits
Pills, high enough to touch the rim in that bitch
We party in my living room
Cause father is gone
And he left me this empire
That runs on its own
So all i got to do is whatever the fuck i want
All we ever do is whatever the fuck we want

We end our day up on the roof
I say ill jump, i never do
But when im drunk i act a fool
Talking bout , do they sew wings on tailored suits
Im 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 dont 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 cant pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents aint around enough
Too many joy rides in daddys 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)
Im searching for a real love (talking 'bout real love)
Real love yea
Real love
Im searching for a real love
Talking 'bout a real love