I'll have to agree. You know, for so long, I thought the one line was "I hate myself for wanting to pray", but upon closer listening just now, it does sound like "play". I could understanding the disdain he might have for having to ask for help (seemingly for his addiciton) with something he thought he had under control.
They also sell black tar heroin in balloons, so that is a tip off for me.
I'll have to agree. You know, for so long, I thought the one line was "I hate myself for wanting to pray", but upon closer listening just now, it does sound like "play". I could understanding the disdain he might have for having to ask for help (seemingly for his addiciton) with something he thought he had under control. They also sell black tar heroin in balloons, so that is a tip off for me.