Earl Sweatshirt - 523 - Instrumental

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523 - Instrumental Song Lyrics

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

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