III. Telegraph Ave. (“Oakland” by Lloyd) Songtext
von Childish Gambino

Power 106!
LA, it′s ya 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 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
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, no

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 I finally 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 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-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 you're saying it′s because of the Internet
Try 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 better
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
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 30 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