III. Telegraph Ave. ("Oakland" by Lloyd)

Power 106 LA, it's ya girl, Yesi Ortiz Got some brand-new music I need y'all to turn it up and lemme know what you think It's Lloyd called "Oakland" on Power 106 I was making Japanese And she's watching DVDs In Oakland, in Oakland Now I'm driving up the 5 And she waits 'til I arrive In Oakland, in Oakland Everything that I wanted Only gotta drive for the moment 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 trying to pass All the red lights And the stop signs I'm ready to go Before I get to The Bay Babe, that's a problem 'Cause I'm way too scared to call And you might get me to stay, no I don't really want to 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 in your feelings Everything you won't say, you tweet it And a nigga don't like that shit at all So retreating Can we just roll with the feeling? Can we just roll for a minute? Wait a minute Foot on the gas I'm just tryna pass All the red lights And the stop signs I'm ready to go But I'm really not ready, girl That's a problem 'Cause I'm way too scared to fall And I know that you choose to stay, no All the girlfriends saying, "Here we go again" (go again) Rich kid but he act like a gentleman (gentleman) Last one didn't end like it should've been (should've been) Two dates and he still wanna get it in And they're saying 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 you thinking asthmatic And you wanna be a mom and I wasn't mad at her I was thinking 'bout me, I'd be really bad at it 'Cause I'm thinking 'bout me, weeks in Dubai Fourth of July, house in Kauai, yeah, we can try So let's try (Talk, say some things) (Say some things) (Oh) whoa (Oh) whoa 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, you 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 the fuck I'm supposed to do In Oakland, in Oakland? In Oakland, in Oakland In Oakland, in Oakland In Oakland, in Oakland In Oakland, in Oakland --- III. Telegraph Ave. ("Oakland" by Lloyd) - Childish Gambino