Gm Every day, well, it's the same D# F That bong that's on the table starts to call my name Gm I take a hit and zone out again D# F 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 Buffett never sounded so good Chorus: F C G Your memory's gone and so is your life (your life), Mota boy F C G But losing out just never felt so right F C G Your enemy's you and so is your life (your life), Mota boy F C Gm But losing out might feel okay all night Gm D# F 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 Chorus: 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! Chorus: 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 this is your life (Your life!) Mota Boy But losing out might feel okay all night (all night) Yeah, losing out might feel okay all life | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D# F G Gm |