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Buck-O-Nine ... My Town |
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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 they always should
be time's tickin' by but it doesn't concern me i'm killin' time with nothin'
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 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 skateboards rolling down my backstreet reggae 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 |
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