[Refrão]Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounceToo many bowls of that green, no Lucky CharmsThe maids come around too muchParents ain't around enoughToo many joy rides in daddy's JaguarToo many white lies and white linesSuper rich kids with nothing but loose endsSuper rich kids with nothing but fake friendsStart my day up on the roofThere's nothing like this type of viewPoint the clicker at the tubeI prefer expensive newsNew car, new girlNew ice, new glassNew watch, good times babeIt's good times, yeahShe wash my back three times a dayThis shower head feels so amazingWe'll both be high, the help don't stareThey just walk by, they must don't careA million one, a million twoA hundred more will never do[Refrão]Real love, I'm searching for a real loveReal love, I'm searching for a real loveOh, real loveClose your eyes for what you can't imagineWe are the xany-gnashingCaddy-smashing, bratty assHe mad, he snatched his daddy's JagAnd used the shit for batting practiceAdamant and he thrashingPurchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handedPanic and patch me upPappy done latchkeyed usToying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enoughBrash as fuck, breaching all these aqueductsDon't believe usTreat us like we can't erupt, yupPolo sweats and Hermes blanketsThem label hoe's be stealing my shitAnd all they clothes revealing they titsPills, high enough to touch the rim in that bitchWe party in my living roomCause father is goneAnd he left me this empireThat runs on its ownSo all I got to do is whatever the fuck I wantAll we ever do is whatever the fuck we wantWe end our day up on the roofI say I'll jump, I never doBut when I'm drunk I act a foolTalking bout, do they sew wings on tailored suitsI'm on that ledge, she grabs my armShe slaps my headIt's good times, yeahSleeve rips off, I slip, I fallThe market's down like 60 storiesAnd some don't end the way they shouldMy silver spoon has fed me goodA million one, a million cashClose my eyes and feel the crash[Refrão]Real love, ain't that something rareI'm searching for a real love, talking bout real loveReal love yeahReal loveI'm searching for a real loveTalking bout a real love
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[Refrão]
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
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
[Refrão]
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Real love, I'm 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
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latchkeyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts
Don't believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt, yup
Polo sweats and Hermes blankets
Them label hoe's 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 I'll jump, I never do
But when I'm drunk 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
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
[Refrão]
Real love, ain't that something rare
I'm searching for a real love, talking bout real love
Real love yeah
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
Talking bout a real love
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