Текст (слова) песни: Foeticide - Mota

(Originally performed by Offspring 97)

Mota!
Every day, well its the same
That bong thats on the table starts to call my name
I take a hit and zone out again
Ill be paranoid and hungry by a quarter to ten
Watching reruns on my tv
Im laughing off my ass at threes company
I dont know if im understood
But hearing jimmy buffett never sounded so good

Your memorys gone and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out just never felt so right
Your enemys you and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out may feel okay all night

Mota!
Im driving down to the barrio
Going 15 miles an hour cause im 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

Your memorys gone and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out just never felt so right
Your enemys 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 memorys gone and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out just never felt so right
Your enemys you and this is your life (your life)
Mota boy
Losing out might feel okay all night (all night)
Losing out might feel okay all life
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