Mota
The Offspring"Mota" is a song by The Offspring, released in 1997 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:38 long and contains 40 lines and 246 words.
Lyrics
0:32Mota
0:32Everyday well it's the same
0:34That bong that's on the table starts to call
0:36My name
0:37I take a hit and zone out again
0:40I'll be paranoid and hungry by a quarter to ten
0:43Watching reruns on my TV
0:44I'm laughing off my a** at Three's Company
0:48I don't know if I'm understood
0:50Buy hearing Jimmy Buffett never sounded so good
0:54Your memory's gone and so is your life (your life)
0:58Mota Boy
0:59But losing out just never felt so right
1:05Your enemy's you and so is your life (your life)
1:08Mota Boy
1:09But losing out might feel okay all night
1:17Mota
1:28I'm driving down to the barrio
1:30Going 15 miles an hour cause I'm already stoned
1:33Give the guy a twenty and wait in the car
1:36He tosses me a baggie then he runs real far
1:38I take a hit but it smells like a clove
1:41Oh f**k I got a baggie of oregano
1:44This ritual is destroying me
1:46But I guess it could be worse
1:48It could be methedrine
1:50Your memory's gone and so is your life (your life)
1:54Mota Boy
1:55But losing out just never felt so right
2:01Your enemy's you and your couch is your life
2:03(Your Life)
2:04Mota Boy
2:05But losing out might take
2:08Losing out might take you all night
2:16Mota
2:27Your enemy's you and your couch is your life
2:30Your life
2:31Mota boy
2:32Losing out might feel okay all night
2:38Yeah losing out might feel okay all life
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 a** at Three's Company I don't know if I'm understood Buy 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 f**k 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 enemy's you and your couch is your life Your life Mota boy Losing out might feel okay all night Yeah losing out might feel okay all life
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