Frank Ocean – Super Rich Kids (ft. Earl Sweatshirt) (Audio, Lyrics)

Off the new channel ORANGE project, Frank Ocean releases the “Super Rich Kids” track with Earl Sweatshirt. The piece of music was co-produced by Frank Ocean, Om’Mas Keith & Malay. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy th song.

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Continuing a major theme on the album, Frank evokes the lux and glamorous like no other (see “Sweet Life” and “Lost”). Only “Super Rich Kids” is a bit more harrowing—there’s something sad, something hopeless about how Frank sings “It’s good times”. The song elaborates on how a life full of material worth can never fulfill someone like love and happiness can. In the final verse, the character Frank is embodying falls (or jumps) from the roof he started his day on.

Frank showcases the dynamics of his voice throughout this track. Note the transition from the first chorus to the first verse—it almost sounds like two different people singing.

He got the inspiration for this track from the movie Traffic by Steven Soderbergh, as he confirmed in his interview for GQ magazine. This song also plays over the end credits of Sofia Coppola’s movie The Bling Ring, reportedly at the suggestion of Coppola’s friend Kanye West.

Frank Ocean – Super Rich Kids (ft. Earl Sweatshirt) (prod. Frank Ocean, Om’Mas Keith & Malay)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
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

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
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: Frank Ocean]
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]
Alright, close your eyes to what you can’t imagine
We are the Xanny-gnashing
Caddy-smashing, bratty assy
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 latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breachin’ all these aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us like we can’t erupt, yup

[Alternate Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
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

[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 hand
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

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
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: Frank Ocean]
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
Talkin’ ’bout a real love