My Town — текст песни (Buck-0-nine)

I got the tunes in my pocket
in an old ass walkman
walking to the beach
with a bottle of black and tan
keys in the velcro
where it always should be
times tickin` by but it doesn`t concern me
i`m killin time with nothing` to do
that`s all i seem to think about or do
my soul is sound
when i`m in my hometown
no place i`d rather be
my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can`t be beat
i can sleep all night
to the sound of the ocean
wake up in the morning
and i do it all again
seven days a week
i pay no attention
i spend a lot of time
with my record collection
i hear the sound of the skateboard
rolling down my backstreet
raggae music coming
from the neighbor across from me
as time ticks by
i never stop to ask, i never wonder why
my soul is sound
when i`m in my hometown
no place i`d rather be