Mota by The Offspring

Mota!

Everyday, well it's the same
That bong that's on the table
Starts to call my name
I take a hit and zone out again
I'll be paranoid and hungry by quarter to ten

Watching reruns on my TV
I'm laughing off my ass
At 'Three's Company'
I don't know if I'm understood
By hearing, Jimmy Buffet never sounded so good

Your memory's gone and so is your life
(Your life)
Mota boy
But losin' out just never felt so right

Your enemy's you and so is your life
(Your life)
Mota boy
But losin' out might feel okay all night
Mota!

Driving down to the barrio
Going fifteen miles an hour 'cause I'm already stoned
Give the guy a twenty and wait in the car
He tosses me a baggie then he runs real far

Take a hit but it smells like a clove
Oh fuck, I've got a baggie of Oregano
This ritual is destroying me
But I guess it could be worse
It could be Methedrine
(Oh yea)

Your memory's gone and so is your life
(Your life)
Mota boy
But losin' out just never felt so right

Your enemy's you and your couch is your life
Your life
(Your life)
But losin' out might take
Losin' out might take you all night
Mota!

Your memory's gone and so is your life
(Your life)
Mota boy
But losin' out just never felt so right

Your enemy's you and this is your life
(Your life)
Mota boy
But losin' out might feel okay all night
(Oh no)
Yea, losin' out might feel okay all life

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