Well then just hit me on my pager You take to long to put on makeup Fortyfive on my vespa Street lights when I wake up Another day another pay stub Hit you back a little later Storm on the way I can read a motherf**er when I look him in his face Back in the day No shirt no shoes Whole block gon’ skate Now when I wake Can’t get out of bed Cobwebs in the head like sh** ain’t supposed to be I got ghosts in my throat that are choking me So I’m whipping that vespa So I’m whipping that vespa So I’m whipping that vespa So I’m whipping that vespa So I’m whipping that vespa sh** ain’t supposed to be I got ghosts in my throat that are choking me My eyes see through these frames My eyes see through your lies Well then just hit me on my pager You take to long to put on makeup Fortyfive on my vespa Street lights when I wake up Another day another pay stub Hit you back a little later