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 $$# 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 $#&@ 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!

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 this is your life
Your life
Mota Boy

But losing out might be ok all night
Losing out might feel okay all life