The Offspring
Mota
Ixnay On The Hombre (1997)

[* := xx xxx x x xxxx x x xxxx]  x 4  (3: w/ g P.M., 4: w/ g5)

- Mota!

G5    E♭5  F5  x 2  w/ octaves

G5                                                         (P.M.)
Every day, well, it's the same
     E♭5                                F5
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                                   w/ octaves
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

  F5               C5                  G5
     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

fin: g5*

- Mota!

G5    E♭5  F5  x 2  w/ octaves

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 (Oh, yeah!)

  Refrain  (your couch is your life)

       B♭5              F5           g5*
  fin: Losing out might take you all night

- Mota!

G5    E♭5  F5  x 2  w/ octaves

  Refrain (milieu: P.M.) fin : (All night)

        F5               C5            g5*   !
  Yeah, losing out might feel okay all life