Super Rich Kids - Frank Ocean | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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Ebmaj9

[Chorus]
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Ebmaj9
Too   many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
    Gb7M/Ab
The maids  come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Dbmaj9
Too   many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Ab6/Bb
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Bm6/Bb
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

[Verse 1]
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Ebmaj9
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Gb7M/Ab
Point  the clicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
                 Dbmaj9
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times babe
It's good times, yeah
    Ab6/Bb
She wash  my back three times a day
     Bm6/Bb
This shower head feels so amazing
                   Ebmaj9
We'll both be high,      the help don't stare
They just walk by, they must don't care
  Gb7M/Ab
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do



[Bridge]
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Ebmaj9                          Gb7M/Ab
Real  love, I'm searching for a real   love
    Dbmaj9                          Ab6/Bb
Oh, real  love, I'm searching for a real  love
    Bm6/Bb
Oh, real  love

[Verse 2]
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           Ebmaj9
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
    Gb7M/Ab
And used   that shit for batting practice
Adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Dbmaj9
      Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Ab6/Bb
Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts
Don't believe us
Bm6/Bb
Treat us like we can't erupt

[Verse 3]
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   Ebmaj9
We end   our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
    Gb7M/Ab
But when   I'm drunk I act a fool
Talking bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits
                  Dbmaj9
I'm on that ledge,      she grabs my arm
She slaps my hand
It's good times, yeah
Ab6/Bb
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
    Bm6/Bb
The market's down like 60 stories
                  Ebmaj9
And some don't end      the way they should
My silver spoon has fed me good
  Gb7M/Ab
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash



[Outro]
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Ebmaj9
Real  love, ain't that something rare
                    Gb7M/Ab
I'm searching for a real   love
Dbmaj9
Real  love
                    Ab6/Bb
I'm searching for a real  love
               Bm6/Bb
Talking bout a real  love