Childish Gambino - III. Telegraph Ave. (”Oakland” by Lloyd) lyrics

Power 106! LA, it's ya girl, Yesi Ortiz
Got some brand-new music
I need y'all 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 DVDs in Oakland, in Oakland
Now I'm driving up the 5 and
She wait's 'til 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 and the moments
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
Because I'm way too scared to call
And you might get me to stay, and 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 in your feelings
Everything you won't say, you tweet it
And a nigga don’t like that shit at all
So treated can we just roll with the feeling
Can we just roll for a minute wait a minute

Foot on the gas, I'm just trying to 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 you choose to stay, and oh

All the girlfriends saying
"Here we go again"
Rich kid, but he act like a gentleman
Last one didn't end like it should've been
Two dates and he still wanna get it in
And they're saying it's because
Of the Internet
Try her once and it's on to the next chick
X-O the O face on your exes, right
And we can do the same thing
If you wanna have at it
When your thoughts can't breathe
And you thinking asthmatic
And you wanna be a mom and
I wasn't mad at it
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

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
In Oakland, in Oakland