Текст песни Buck-0-nine - My Town
Buck-0-nine - My Town слова песни
I got the tunes in my pocketin an old ass walkmanwalking to the beachwith a bottle of black and tankeys in the velcrowhere it always should betimes tickin` by but it doesn`t concern mei`m killin time with nothing` to dothat`s all i seem to think about or domy soul is soundwhen i`m in my hometownno place i`d rather bemy town, my streetgives me peace of mindthat can`t be beati can sleep all nightto the sound of the oceanwake up in the morningand i do it all againseven days a weeki pay no attentioni spend a lot of timewith my record collectioni hear the sound of the skateboardrolling down my backstreetraggae music comingfrom the neighbor across from meas time ticks byi never stop to ask, i never wonder whymy soul is soundwhen i`m in my hometownno place i`d rather be