크레딧
실연 아티스트
Frank Ocean
리드 보컬
Earl Sweatshirt
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Thebe Kgositsile
송라이터
Mark Morales
송라이터
NATHANIEL ROBINSON JR
송라이터
Mark Rooney
송라이터
Kirk Robinson
송라이터
James Ho
송라이터
Christopher Breaux
송라이터
Roy Hammond
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Frank Ocean
프로듀서
Malay
프로듀서
Om'Mas Keith
프로듀서
Calvin Bailiff
레코딩 엔지니어
Pat Thrall
레코딩 엔지니어
Wil Anspach
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Brendan Dekora
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Jeff Ellis
레코딩 엔지니어
Ryan Kennedy
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Vlado Meller
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
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 joyrides 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 joyrides 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
Alright, 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 battin' practice
Adamant and he thrashin'
Purchasin' crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toyin' 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
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But when I'm drunk, I act the 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
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 joyrides 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 (real love)
I'm searching for a real love
Talking 'bout real love
Writer(s): Kirk S. Robinson, Mark Cory Rooney, Thebe Kgositsile, Christopher Breaux, Mark Morales, Nathaniel V. Jr. Robinson, James Ryan Wuihun Ho
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