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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 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 fuck I got a baggie of oregano This ritual is destroying me SongtexteBut 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 Aus Songtexte Mania