Loyle Carner - The Seamstress (Tooting Masala) lyrics

[Verse 1] Reckons I got a drinking problem I've been sinking a lot of whiskey Reminiscing about the sh** forgotten Never worry about ones who'd miss me, trust 'Cause I ain't thought about the past time See, I just pour another gla** 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 [Bridge] Uh, she could be the seamstress Deep this I reckon she could be the seamstress Uh, I need this [Verse 2] 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 gla** and never spill a touch Trust, uh, 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 [Outro: Loyle talking to a couple of girls]