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

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