The Seamstress (Tooting Masala)

Reckons I got a drinking problem

I've been sinking a lot of whiskey

Reminiscing about the shit forgotten

Never worry about ones who miss me

Trust

'Cause I ain't thought about the past time

See I just pour another glass like

I ain't up in the morning still yawning from the last night

Time never been on my side

Sit as the stars fly

'Cause dark eyes turn blueish

Need something newish

Half dark half Jewish

Someone to ruin all this dark I'm doing

From the bar side fluent in that Pharcyde sewage

I knew it

Knowing that she could beat this

Deep stitch

Had me woven like the seamstress

Got me, say I wouldn't repeat this

But deep this

Reckon she could be the seamstress

Uh, she could be the seamstress

Deep this

I reckon she could be the seamstress

Uh, I need this

Now I got this sink in my belly so I drink 'til I fill it up

And lay back up in my bed 'til I'm feeling rough

She was feeling tough

Trust

Never feel enough

So I back the whole damn glass and never spill a touch

Trust

Still don't change nothing

Same bluffing

Same blame with the same something

Same pain

Spelt her name in the same substance

Shame saying it ain't the same when the rains coming

'Cause there was something about her leaving

Colder for the evening

Had me sober for the feeling, uh

Holding out hope

There's hoping to believe in

I was holding out for you

But you were nowhere to be seen and

Uh, I was on my jacks

Uh, tidying the flat

Just me and my cat

Reminiscing on the times I was single and haps