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 in 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 tune I prefer expensive news New car, new girl New ice, new glass New watch, good times, baby It's good times, yeah, hey, yeah She walks my back three times a day This showerhead 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 in 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 A real love I'm searching for a real love A real love Close your eyes to what you can't imagine We are the Xanny Nash and Caddy Smashing Bratty ass, he mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag And used his shit for batting practice Adam and Annie thrashing Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed Panic and patch me up, pappy done lashed us Toying with raggy hands and mad me done had enough Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts Don't believe us, treat us like we can't ear up 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 Do this or wings until it soothes I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm She slaps my head, it's good times, yeah Sleeve rips off, I slip and fall The market's down like 60 stories And some don't end the way they should My silver spoon, it's very good A million won, 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 in 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 real love Real love, real love, yeah Real love, real love I'm searching for real love Talking about real love Thanks for watching!