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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “MOTA”

• 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
  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!
  Losing out might feel okay all night
  Yeah losing out might feel okay all life
  

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