III. Telegraph Ave. ("Oakland" By Lloyd) - Childish Gambino

(LA it’s your girl, Yesi Ortiz.

Got some brand new music.

I need you to turn it up

And let me know what you think.

It’s Lloyd, called «Oakland».

On Power 106.)

I was making Japanese

And she’s watching DVD’s

In Oakland, in Oakland

Now I’m drivin' up the 5

And she waits till I arrive

In Oakland, in Oakland

Everything that I wanted

Only gotta drive for the moment

If you tell me «turn around»

Then I’m on it, for the moment

But you know me

You know how I get when I’m lonely

And I think about you in the moment

But everything you do is so Oakland, So Oakland

Foot on the gas

I’m just tryin' to pass

All the red lights

And the stop signs

I am ready to go

Before I get to the Bay,

Babe that’s a problem

Cuz I’m way to scared to call

And you might get me to stay and

No oh

I don’t really mind the drive

But I think I’d rather die

In Oakland, in Oakland

With my hands on two and ten

So I guess it all depends

On Oakland, on Oakland

And I’m nervous, truth be told

I never saw me growing old

In Oakland, in Oakland

And if I married you tonight

It would probably start a riot

In Oakland, in Oakland

Everything that I needed

Now that I got you

And your feelings

Everything you wanna say,

We tweet it

And a nigga don’t

Like that shit at all

So retreat it

Can we just roll with the feeling?

Can we just roll for a minute?

Wait a minute

Foot on the gas

I’m just tryin' to pass

All the red lights

And the stop signs

I am ready to go

But I’m really not ready, girl

That’s the problem

Cuz I’m way too scared to fall

And I know you choose

To stay and no oh

All the girlfriends sayin'

«Here we go again, (again)

Rich kid, but he act

Like a gentleman (gentleman)

Last one didn’t end

Like it should a been (should a been)

Two dates and he still

Wanna get it in.»

And your sayin it’s

Because of the internet

Try once and it’s on

To the next chick

XO the O face

On your exes, right?

And we can do the same thing

If you wanna have better

When your thoughts can’t breathe

And your thinkin' asthmatic

And you wanna be a mom

And I wasn’t mad at it

I was thinkin' 'bout me

I’d be really bad at it

Cuz' I’m thinkin' 'bout me

Weeks in Dubai, Forth of July

House in Kauai

Yeah we can try

So let’s try

(Oh woah)

I took off my nine to five

But you still don’t

Have the time to kiss me,

Just hit me

And if I left you all alone

Would you still pick up the phone?

It’s iffy, ya miss me

I got furniture to move

And we’ll both be thirty soon

In Oakland, in Oakland

The only one I know is you

So da fuck I’m supposed to do

In Oakland, in Oakland?

(x5)