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