Childish Gambino Telegraph Ave Lyrics

You know how I get when I'm lonely
I think about you and the moments
But everything feels so open [so open]

Foot on the gas
I'm just tryna to pass
All the red lights
And the stop signs
I'm ready to go
Before I get to the bed
Baby that's a problem
Because I'm way too scared to call
And you might ~ me to stay ~

~ drive/try [?]
But I think I'd rather die
In Oakland, in Oakland
With my head under the ~
~ give ~ the ~
From Oakland, from Oakland [?]
And I'm nervous, truth be told
In Oakland, in Oakland
And I buried you alive
It was money on the rhymes
In Oakland, in Oakland ~ finally got you in ~ feelings
Everything you won't say between it
And a nigga don’t like that shit at all
So tweet it
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 to pass
All the red lights
And the stop signs
I'm ready to go
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 around

All the girlfriends saying here we go again
Get your kid [?] where he at [?] gentleman
~
~ get it in
And you're saying it's because of the internet
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