Childish Gambino - Telegraph Ave : Sober (Cover by Daniela Andrade) | Текст песни

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• Telegraph Ave : Sober (Cover by Daniela Andrade)

I was makin' Japanese,
And she's watchin' 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 and the moments,
But everything you do is so Oakland, so Oakland.

[Childish Gambino:]
Foot on the gas,
I'm just tryna 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, 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 growin' 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 we 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 you choose to stay, and oh!

All the girlfriends sayin', “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 sayin' it's because of the Internet,
Try her 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 at it,
When your thoughts can't breathe and you 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,
‘Cause I'm thinkin' ‘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? [×8]

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