Learn "SUPER RICH KIDS" by Frank Ocean on Piano

Too man y bot tles of this wine we can’t pro nounce. Too man y bowls of that green, no Luck y Charms. The (Gb6)maids come a round too much, par ents ain’t a round e nough. (Dbmaj9)Too man y joy rides in Dad dy’s Jag uar. Too man y white lies and white lines. (Ab6)Su per rich kids with noth ing but loose ends. (Bb)Su per rich kids with noth ing but fake friends. (Ebmaj9)Start my day up on the roof, there’s noth ing like this type of view. (Gb6)Point the click er at the tube, I pre fer ex pen sive news. New car, new girl, new ice, new glass, new watch, good times, babe, it’s good times, yeah. She (Ab6)wash my back three times a day, this (Bb)show er head feels so a maz ing. We’ll both be high, the help don’t stare, they just walk by, they must don’t care. A (Gb6)mil lion one, a mil lion two, a hun dred more will nev er do. ing but fake friends. (Ebmaj9)Real love, I’m search ing for a (Gb6)real love. A (Dbmaj9)real love, I’m search ing for a (Ab6)real love. Oh, (Bb)real love. Close your (Ebmaj9)eyes for what you can’t i mag ine, we are the xa ny gnash ing cad dy smash ing, brat ty ass he mad, he snatched his Dad dy’s Jag and (Gb6)used the shit for bat ting prac tice. Ad a mant and he thrash ing. Pur chas ing crap py grams with half the hand of cash you hand ed. Pan ic and patch me up, Pap py done latch keyed us. Toy ing with Rag gy Annes and Mam my done had e nough. (Ab6)Brash as fuck, breach ing all these aq ue ducts. Don’t be lieve us, (Bb)treat us like we can’t e rupt. Yup. We (Ebmaj9)end our day up on the roof, I say I’ll jump, I nev er do. But (Gb6)when I’m drunk, I act a fool, talk ing ’bout do they sew wings on tai lored suits? I’m on that ledge, she grabs my arm, she slaps my head, it’s good times, yeah. (Ab6)Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall, the mar kets down like six ty sto ries. And some don’t end the way they should, my sil ver spoon has fed me good. A (Gb6)mil lion one, a mil lion cash, close my eyes and feel the crash. (Ebmaj9)Too man y bot tles of this wine we can’t pro nounce. Too man y bowls of that green, no Luck y Charms. The (Gb6)maids come a round too much, par ents ain’t a round e nough. (Dbmaj9)Too man y joy rides in Dad dy’s Jag uar. Too man y white lies and white lines. (Ab6)Su per rich kids with noth ing but loose ends. (Bb)Su per rich kids with noth ing but fake friends. (Ebmaj9)Real love. Ain’t that some thing rare? I’m search ing for a (Gb6)real love. Ah, real love, real love, yeah. (Dbmaj9)Real love, real love. I’m search ing for a real love. Talk ing ’bout real love.