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My Town
- wykonawca: Buck-0-Nine
Aaaahh yea..
I got the tunes in my pocket
In an old ass walkman
Walk to the beach with a bottle of black and tan
Keys in the velcro where it always should be
Time's tickin by but it doesn't concern me
I'm killin time with nothin to do yea
It's all I seem to think about or do
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yea
and no place I'd rather be
(chorus)
My town, my street
gives me piece of mind that can't be beat yea
My town, my street
gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
Well I can sleep all night to the sound of the ocean
Wake up in the mornin and I do it all again
7 days a week I pay no attention
I spend a lot of time with my record collection
I'm killin time with nothin to do yea
It's all I seem to think about or do
my soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yea
and no place I'd rather be
(chorus)
I hear the sound of a skateboard rollin down my backstreet
Raggae music comin from the neighbor across from me
As time ticks by, as time ticks by
I never stop to ask and never wonder why
As time ticks by, as time ticks by
I never stop to ask and never wonder why
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yea
No place I'd rather be
(chorus)x2
Yea...
Aaaahh yea..
I got the tunes in my pocket
In an old ass walkman
Walk to the beach with a bottle of black and tan
Keys in the velcro where it always should be
Time's tickin by but it doesn't concern me
I'm killin time with nothin to do yea
It's all I seem to think about or do
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yea
and no place I'd rather be
(chorus)
My town, my street
gives me piece of mind that can't be beat yea
My town, my street
gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
Well I can sleep all night to the sound of the ocean
Wake up in the mornin and I do it all again
7 days a week I pay no attention
I spend a lot of time with my record collection
I'm killin time with nothin to do yea
It's all I seem to think about or do
my soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yea
and no place I'd rather be
(chorus)
I hear the sound of a skateboard rollin down my backstreet
Raggae music comin from the neighbor across from me
As time ticks by, as time ticks by
I never stop to ask and never wonder why
As time ticks by, as time ticks by
I never stop to ask and never wonder why
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yea
No place I'd rather be
(chorus)x2
Yea...