In jail every 2 weeks/
Tryna kill my dreams
For the occasion, paper planes
Got me thinking you 2 chains
The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder
Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother
//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]
Pocket racked up all big faces
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