I got to get to 30th street
So i can buy an o of weed
But i'm still stuck on the board street line

It's like the sun is cold lately
There's this hole inside of me
And it just wont fill up

I laugh, I scream, I itch, I fuck
And lately i just had enough

We were always the ones in love and you hate it
I'm heading east on 78 and i'm not even in PA
I'm at the church down the street, introducing me to myself this week
Because i've been good for so long, is life like this fucking wrong?

So the next time i'd see you
I'd be scared
Because i've been holding my lungs in
And i'm gonna let go


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Jacky Joy & the Weed Pope song meanings
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