[Refrain]
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

[Refrain]


[Bridge]
Real love, I'm searching for a real love

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 $$#
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And used the %#@! 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 $#&@, breaching 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 hoe's be stealing my %#@!

And all they clothes revealing they tits
Pills, high enough to touch the rim in that (*##$
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 $#&@ I want
All we ever do is whatever the $#&@ 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 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


[Refrain]

[Outro]
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