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 Cos' I ain't thought about the past time 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 Cos' 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 be 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 She could be the seamstress Deep this I reckon she could be the seamstress I need this Now I got this sink in 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 Cos' there was something about her leaving Colder for the evening Had me sober for the feeling Holding out hope There's hoping to believe in I was holding out for you But you were nowhere to be seen and I was on my jacks Tidying that flat Just me and my cat Reminiscing on the times I was single and haps