Track Details

Super Rich kids - Frank Ocean (ft Earl Sweatshirt) (5:05)

• Piano - Chord progression  
• Drums - Drums, a steady rhythm 
• Bass Guitar - Bass, following the drums and piano
• Vocalist - Maybe two on beat singing melody 
• Synth Arpeggio - Accompanying chord progression  

The DI recorded instrument will be the bass guitar as I can play it through the jack lead.

BPM - 60

Key - E Major

Chord Structure - 

Ebmaj7/Bb

Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce


Ebmaj7/Bb

Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms


F#maj7

The maids come around too much


F#maj7

Parents ain’t around enough


C#maj7

Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar


C#maj7

Too many white lies and white lines

Bbmaj


Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends




Bm

Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends







Lyrics - 






[Hook] 

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 











[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 

A million one, a million two 

A 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 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 





[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 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; don't believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt, 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 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 









[Hook] 

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 











[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