Mota The Offspring

[Instrumental Intro]
Mota!

[Verse 1]
Every day, 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

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
Mota!

[Verse 2]
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