Mota

     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 a 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
     But hearing Jimmy Buffett never sounded so good

     Your memory's gone and so is your life (your life)
     Mota Boy
     But losing out just never felt so right
     Your enemy's you and so is your life (your life)
     Mota Boy
     But losing out might feel okay all night
     Mota!

     I'm driving down to the barrio
     Going 15 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
     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 memory's gone and so is your life (your life)
     Mota Boy
     But losing out just never felt so right
     Your enemy's 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

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