Fortyfive on my vespa

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    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

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    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

    Song details

    Composition: Joe Mulherin and Vassh

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