The Offspring - Mota

^Gm Mota! Gm Eb F (x2)

^GmEvery day, well, it's the same That ^Ebbong that's on the table starts to ^Fcall my name I ^Gmtake a hit and zone out again I'll be ^Ebparanoid and hungry by a ^Fquarter to ten ^GmWatching reruns on my TV I'm ^Eblaughing off my ass at Three's ^FCompany ^GmI don't know if I'm understood But ^Ebhearing Jimmy Buffett never ^Fsounded so good

^FYour memory's ^Cgone and so is your ^Glife (your life), Mota boy But ^Flosing out just ^Cnever felt so ^Gright ^FYour enemy's ^Cyou and so is your ^Glife (your life), Mota boy But ^Flosing out might ^Cfeel okay all ^Gmnight

Mota!^{Gm Eb F} Gm Eb F

^GmDriving down to the barrio Going ^Ebfifteen miles an hour 'cause I'm ^Falready stoned ^GmGive the guy a twenty and wait in the car He ^Ebtosses me a baggie, then he ^Fruns real far ^GmTake a hit, but it smells like a clove Oh ^Ebfuck, I got a baggie of o^Fregano This ^Gmritual is destroying me But I ^Ebguess it could be worse It could be ^Fmethedrine (whoa yeah!)

^FYour memory's ^Cgone and so is your ^Glife (your life), Mota boy But ^Flosing out just ^Cnever felt so ^Gright ^FYour enemy's ^Cyou and your couch is your ^Glife (your life), Mota boy But ^Flosing out might ^Ctake ^BbLosing out might ^Ftake you all ^Gmnight

Mota!^{Gm Eb F} Gm Eb F

^FYour memory's ^Cgone and so is your ^Glife (your life), Mota boy But ^Flosing out just ^Cnever felt so ^Gright ^FYour enemy's ^Cyou and this is your ^Glife (your life), Mota boy But ^Flosing out might ^Cfeel okay all ^Gnight (all night) Yeah, ^Flosing out might ^Cfeel okay all ^Gmlife