The Seamstress (Tooting Masala) (Explicit) - Loyle Carner

Written by：Ben Coyle Larner/Saul Mayne

Reckons I got a drinking problem

I've been sinking a lot of whiskey

Reminiscing about the sh*t forgotten

Never worry about ones who'd 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

Uh 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 uh still don't change nothing

Same bluffing same blame with the same something

Same pain spelt her name in the same substance

Shame say 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

Mmm just me and my cat

Reminiscing on the times I was single and haps