Mota - The Offspring

Mota!

Everyday, well its the same

That bong thats on the table starts to call

My name

I take a hit and zone out again

Ill be paranoid and hungry by a quarter to ten

Watching reruns on my tv

Im laughing off my ass at threes company

I dont know if Im understood

Buy hearing jimmy buffett never sounded so good

Your memorys gone and so is your life (your life)

Mota boy

But losing out just never felt so right

Your enemys you and so is your life (your life)

Mota boy

But losing out might feel okay all night

Mota!

Im driving down to the barrio

Going 15 miles an hour cause Im already stoned

Give the guy a twenty and wait in the car

He tosses me a baggie then he runs real far

I take a hit but it smells like a clove

Oh fuck I got a baggie of oregano

This ritual is destroying me But I guess it could be worse

It could be methedrine

Your memorys gone and so is your life (your life)

Mota boy

But losing out just never felt so right

Your enemys you and your couch is your life

(your life)

Mota boy

But losing out might take

Losing out might take you all night

Mota!

Losing out might feel okay all night

Yeah losing out might feel okay all life