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hi-tec Video (MV)




Performed By: Virtue
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Andrew Heinrich




Virtue - hi-tec Lyrics




(Just some little raps, man, nothing crazy)

And by now, had enough of my shit
My dreams, they taste like hi-tec
Dope fiend, can't wait till Friday
So mean, I need it my way

No text, no call, no cap
Never would've thought that I'd need you like that
Got a lil' lost, I don't need no map
Real Rude Boy, man, he never come back

Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

Said it's cool, right? All the whips on the south side
Real dope boys, Gs and low-lifes
Pimps, hoes, thick steeze in my pride
No sweat, I stretch, this joy ride

And I love that boss DJ
Buddy always knows which song to play
Ain't nobody else make life okay
Pretty lil' hyena gon' come my way

Da-da, doo-doo
Da-da, doo-doo
Bitch I bang them drums like a voodoo
S'why I get more love, more than you do

And them boys, they want my style and sound
Virtue nasty, get so wild
Wicked wavy, problem child
Ain't nobody else gon' stop me now

And by now, had enough of my shit
My dreams, they taste like hi-tec
Dope fiend, can't wait till Friday
So mean, I need it my way

No text, no call, no cap
Never would've thought that I'd need you like that
Got a lil' lost, I don't need no map
Real Rude Boy, man, he never come back

No, it just don't matter
I kill myself with laughter
I'm lost in the pasture
That love is what I'm after

I throw the cards and I roll the dice
That poker face works overtime
Once I'm back in my sober mind
I'm comin' quick like closing time

Boombox town, that's where I'm goin
Only smile when throttles open
Type of shit that gets me rollin?
Bad ol bitch with titties showin

Probably bout time I shut 'em down
Don't treat me like no f*ckin' clown
Comin' up, man, and it took a while
But I'm finally leavin' crazy town

And by now, had enough of my shit
My dreams, they taste like hi-tec
Dope fiend, can't wait till Friday
So mean, I need it my way

No text, no call, no cap
Never would've thought that I'd need you like that
Got a lil' lost, I don't need no map
Real Rude Boy, man, he never come back
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English

(Just some little raps, man, nothing crazy)

And by now, had enough of my shit
My dreams, they taste like hi-tec
Dope fiend, can't wait till Friday
So mean, I need it my way

No text, no call, no cap
Never would've thought that I'd need you like that
Got a lil' lost, I don't need no map
Real Rude Boy, man, he never come back

Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

Said it's cool, right? All the whips on the south side
Real dope boys, Gs and low-lifes
Pimps, hoes, thick steeze in my pride
No sweat, I stretch, this joy ride

And I love that boss DJ
Buddy always knows which song to play
Ain't nobody else make life okay
Pretty lil' hyena gon' come my way

Da-da, doo-doo
Da-da, doo-doo
Bitch I bang them drums like a voodoo
S'why I get more love, more than you do

And them boys, they want my style and sound
Virtue nasty, get so wild
Wicked wavy, problem child
Ain't nobody else gon' stop me now

And by now, had enough of my shit
My dreams, they taste like hi-tec
Dope fiend, can't wait till Friday
So mean, I need it my way

No text, no call, no cap
Never would've thought that I'd need you like that
Got a lil' lost, I don't need no map
Real Rude Boy, man, he never come back

No, it just don't matter
I kill myself with laughter
I'm lost in the pasture
That love is what I'm after

I throw the cards and I roll the dice
That poker face works overtime
Once I'm back in my sober mind
I'm comin' quick like closing time

Boombox town, that's where I'm goin
Only smile when throttles open
Type of shit that gets me rollin?
Bad ol bitch with titties showin

Probably bout time I shut 'em down
Don't treat me like no f*ckin' clown
Comin' up, man, and it took a while
But I'm finally leavin' crazy town

And by now, had enough of my shit
My dreams, they taste like hi-tec
Dope fiend, can't wait till Friday
So mean, I need it my way

No text, no call, no cap
Never would've thought that I'd need you like that
Got a lil' lost, I don't need no map
Real Rude Boy, man, he never come back
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Writer: Andrew Heinrich
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