Well then just hit me on my pager
You take too 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 motherfucker 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
Shit 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
Shit 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 too 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