My Town - Buck-O-Nine

I got the tunes in my pocket

In an old a** walk man

Walking to the beach

With a bottle of black and tan

Keys in the Velcro

Where it always should be

Times ticking by but it doesn't concern me

I'm killing 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

My town my street

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat

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'm killing 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

My town my street

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat

I heard the sound of a skateboard

Rolling down my backstreet

Reggae music coming

From the neighbor across from me

As time ticks by time ticks by

I never stop to ask I never wonder why

As time ticks by 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

My town my street

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat

My town my street

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat

My town my street

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat

My town my street

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat

Gives me peace of mind

That can't be beat