Super Rich Kids
By Frank Ocean
2012
5:04
Official Music Video
Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean
Lyrics & Translation
English
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
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
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the Xanny-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 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
Polo sweats and Hermes blankets
Them label hoes be stealing my shit
And all their clothes revealing their 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 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
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
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
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean
Super Rich Kids* (original 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
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
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
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the Xanny-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 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
Polo sweats and Hermes blankets
Them label hoes be stealing my shit
And all their clothes revealing their 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 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
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
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
Super Rich Kids (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Demasiadas botellas de este vino que no podemos pronunciar
Demasiados tazones de esa hierba, sin Lucky Charms
Las sirvientas vienen demasiado
Los padres no están lo suficiente
Demasiados paseos de placer en el Jaguar de papá
Demasiadas mentiras piadosas y líneas blancas
Niños súper ricos sin nada más que cabos sueltos
Niños súper ricos sin nada más que amigos falsos
Empiezo mi día en el tejado
No hay nada como este tipo de vista
Apunto el control remoto al televisor
Prefiero noticias caras
Coche nuevo, chica nueva
Hielo nuevo, vaso nuevo
Reloj nuevo, buenos tiempos, nena
Son buenos tiempos, sí
Ella me lava la espalda tres veces al día
Esta alcachofa de ducha se siente tan increíble
Ambos estaremos drogados, el servicio no mira
Simplemente pasan, no les debe importar
Un millón uno, un millón dos
Cien más nunca serán suficientes
Demasiadas botellas de este vino que no podemos pronunciar
Demasiados tazones de esa hierba, sin Lucky Charms
Las sirvientas vienen demasiado
Los padres no están lo suficiente
Demasiados paseos de placer en el Jaguar de papá
Demasiadas mentiras piadosas y líneas blancas
Niños súper ricos sin nada más que cabos sueltos
Niños súper ricos sin nada más que amigos falsos
Amor verdadero, estoy buscando un amor verdadero
Oh, amor verdadero, estoy buscando un amor verdadero
Oh, amor verdadero
Cierra los ojos a lo que no puedes imaginar
Somos los que rechinan Xanny
Rompen Cadillacs, culos malcriados
Él enojado, le arrebató el Jag a su papá
Y usó esa mierda para practicar bateo
Firme y él destrozando
Comprando gramos de mierda con la mitad del efectivo que entregaste
Pánico y cúrame
Papá nos dio la llave de casa
Jugando con Raggy Anns y Mamá ya tuvo suficiente
Descarado como la mierda, rompiendo todos estos acueductos
No nos crean
Trátennos como si no pudiéramos estallar, sí
Sudaderas Polo y mantas Hermes
Esas putas de marca me roban mis cosas
Y toda su ropa revelando sus tetas
Pastillas, lo suficientemente drogado para tocar el borde en esa perra
Festejamos en mi sala de estar
Porque papá se fue
Y me dejó este imperio
Que funciona solo
Así que todo lo que tengo que hacer es lo que carajo quiera
Todo lo que hacemos es lo que carajo queremos
Terminamos nuestro día en el tejado
Digo que saltaré, nunca lo hago
Pero cuando estoy borracho actúo como un tonto
Hablando de, ¿cosen alas en trajes a medida?
Estoy en ese borde, ella me agarra el brazo
Ella me abofetea la mano
Son buenos tiempos, sí
La manga se arranca, me resbalo, me caigo
El mercado está abajo como 60 pisos
Y algunos no terminan como deberían
Mi cuchara de plata me ha alimentado bien
Un millón uno, un millón en efectivo
Cierro los ojos y siento el choque
Demasiadas botellas de este vino que no podemos pronunciar
Demasiados tazones de esa hierba, sin Lucky Charms
Las sirvientas vienen demasiado
Los padres no están lo suficiente
Demasiados paseos de placer en el Jaguar de papá
Demasiadas mentiras piadosas y líneas blancas
Niños súper ricos sin nada más que cabos sueltos
Niños súper ricos sin nada más que amigos falsos
Amor verdadero, ¿no es algo raro?
Estoy buscando un amor verdadero, hablando de amor verdadero
Amor verdadero, sí
Amor verdadero
Estoy buscando un amor verdadero
Hablando de un amor verdadero
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