Mota

<br>Mota!<br><br>Everyday, well its the same<br><br>That bong thats on the table starts to call<br><br>My name<br><br>I take a hit and zone out again<br><br>Ill be paranoid and hungry by a quarter to ten<br><br>Watching reruns on my tv<br><br>Im laughing off my ass at threes company<br><br>I dont know if Im understood<br><br>Buy hearing jimmy buffett never sounded so good<br><br>Your memorys gone and so is your life (your life)<br><br><br><br>Mota boy<br><br>But losing out just never felt so right<br><br>Your enemys you and so is your life (your life)<br><br>Mota boy<br><br>But losing out might feel okay all night<br><br>Mota!<br><br><br><br>Im driving down to the barrio<br><br>Going 15 miles an hour cause Im already stoned<br><br>Give the guy a twenty and wait in the car<br><br>He tosses me a baggie then he runs real far<br><br>I take a hit but it smells like a clove<br><br>Oh fuck I got a baggie of oregano<br><br>This ritual is destroying me<br><br>But I guess it could be worse<br><br>It could be methedrine<br><br><br><br>Your memorys gone and so is your life (your life)<br><br>Mota boy<br><br>But losing out just never felt so right<br><br>Your enemys you and your couch is your life<br><br>(your life)<br><br><br><br>Mota boy<br><br>But losing out might take<br><br>Losing out might take you all night<br><br>Mota!<br><br>Losing out might feel okay all night<br><br>Yeah losing out might feel okay all life