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



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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



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Yea...