Everyday, well it's the same,
That bong that's on the table
Starts to call my name,
I take a hit and zoom 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 Buffet
Never sounded so good!
Your memory's gone
And so is your life, mota boy,
But losing out
Just never felt so right!
Your enemy's you
And so is your life, mota boy,
But losing out
Might feel okay all night!
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…
Your memory's gone
And so is your life, mota boy,
But losing out
Just never felt so right!
Your enemy's you
And this is your life, mota boy,
But losing out
Might feel okay all night,
Yeah, losing out
Might feel okay all life…