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A-ti-van Video (MV)




Performed By: 954T
Length: 3:39
Written by: Tommy Bussey
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954T - A-ti-van Lyrics




Ati-ati-ativan
I don't think I understand
I just float out into space
Smoking that Afghanistan
Ati-ati-ativan
I don't need to understand
I just pop another two
Just to slip into a trance

Pour another glass of juice
I'm the picture of abuse
Yea I f*cking miss my dad
He f*cking went too soon
Wake up feeling like shit
Grab my lighter get lit
Designer jeans and they ripped
I'm gone but still gettin it
Get myself up to the moon
Then I sing another tune
Melting shit into a spoon
What the f*ck I'm gonna do
Gotta get it it's my cue
I got nothing else to lose
Motherf*cker you just move
I'm collecting dues
Up now not hitting snooze
Throw bands to my crew
Throw zans away do not chew
No Ativan I have to choose
It's my life I will not lose

Wake up feeling like shit
Afraid of facing the day
But more scared of not getting it
Hustle no pain
My mind is lost
But I found a way

I'm tired of sleep walking
I'm tired of slurred talking
I'm over the blurred thoughts and
F*ck it I'm still popping
1 another 2, 3 another 4
Look at me my ass is laying drooling on the floor
But then we take an upper
Now I am feeling stunner
My best friend is a gunner
My soldiers have runners
Your best friend's a bummer
Your defense is all punters
Ati ati ati van
Now I think I understand
I don't f*ckin need that shit
It doesn't make me a man
Now I'm just pimp walking
All the ladies they stalking
All the labels they talking
My car and my bitch topless
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Ati-ati-ativan
I don't think I understand
I just float out into space
Smoking that Afghanistan
Ati-ati-ativan
I don't need to understand
I just pop another two
Just to slip into a trance

Pour another glass of juice
I'm the picture of abuse
Yea I f*cking miss my dad
He f*cking went too soon
Wake up feeling like shit
Grab my lighter get lit
Designer jeans and they ripped
I'm gone but still gettin it
Get myself up to the moon
Then I sing another tune
Melting shit into a spoon
What the f*ck I'm gonna do
Gotta get it it's my cue
I got nothing else to lose
Motherf*cker you just move
I'm collecting dues
Up now not hitting snooze
Throw bands to my crew
Throw zans away do not chew
No Ativan I have to choose
It's my life I will not lose

Wake up feeling like shit
Afraid of facing the day
But more scared of not getting it
Hustle no pain
My mind is lost
But I found a way

I'm tired of sleep walking
I'm tired of slurred talking
I'm over the blurred thoughts and
F*ck it I'm still popping
1 another 2, 3 another 4
Look at me my ass is laying drooling on the floor
But then we take an upper
Now I am feeling stunner
My best friend is a gunner
My soldiers have runners
Your best friend's a bummer
Your defense is all punters
Ati ati ati van
Now I think I understand
I don't f*ckin need that shit
It doesn't make me a man
Now I'm just pimp walking
All the ladies they stalking
All the labels they talking
My car and my bitch topless
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Writer: Tommy Bussey
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