It’s ten O’clock at night
and i’m feeling like a rock (inside)
Got no munchies and i got no beer
Got no honeys coming near
Got a pile of books
Got my evil looks
Got a heart on my sleeve
and a feelin’ inside
And nobody ever crosses my lines
Got a cat on a mat in a hat, too
What are you doing being you
Come over here and I’ll show you my gear
And we can get robbin and stealin and bobbin around
A robbin and a stealin anda bobbin
Got my sewing machine and stiches
made me a new pair of britches
made my girl her new clothes too and get this
nobody knows and nobdody shows at my door asking for more.
And while I’m up all night designing, cutting patterns on my mannequin.
and were chilling in my bankin got a bus ticket to Compton
and were rocking the new seasons ticket in your face the bobbin race Yeah!
Sewing is my new nirvana
more relaxed than marajuana
got new skills keeps my mind off the bills
and hatin’ baitin’ and a skatin’
down the road I buy old clothes
and make them into something new
And I feel like new, too.