They call her Queenie the godmother of Harlem and she came before Bumpy Johnson, but her deal was she was running numbers
I can't anoint A certain feeling back when we were both feeling [Verse 1] I remember when you didn't let me down A neighbor could borrow a cup of sugar Sweet, what we had I take you out to breakfast at Tiffany's I see the signs but I'm clearly not listening (Oh, oh, honey, don't you worry) I just need a sign You used to keep me in mind I was so proud to say that you were mine (Oh, oh, oh) [Chorus] Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want I know, I know I fucked up Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want I know, I know I fucked up Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don't fit I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit I should've quit, I should've quit Your brand of cigarettes [Interlude: Spoken Word] The first cigarette of the day Man, how good that tastes [Verse 2] Pressure's got me down, yeah Pressure's got me down, yeah Loosen up my grip I'm losing my grip The cancer spread, I'm feeling dead The chemo's working supposedly they said And I don't feel it [Chorus] Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want I know, I know I fucked up Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want I know, I know I fucked up Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don't fit I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit I should've quit, I should've quit Your brand of cigarettes [Bridge] I'm packing my bags and I'm starting to think that you're sorry You pull back the blade and you whisper to me not to worry Don't you frown and hold me down It's easy, but you won't Take back the pain, take back all the hurt you sold me Disregarded warnings and deaf to what they told me Don't you frown and hold me down It's easy, but you won't Immobilized, frozen in shock I had to face the mirror, take hold of what I've got (Ooh, you won't) A fragile line of sanity Merely grains left from what I'd bought Cracks in the glass, mistakes from the past (And I) Velvet stains that always remain (Am a masochist and the pain you give is pleasure) And I did this, I did this to myself Ball my hand into a fist (And I am) Who's the sadist
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