Telegraph Ave Oakland By Lloyd chords by Childish Gambino

Fm
Foot on the gas

                   Cm
I'm just trying to pass

        Abm
All the red lights

        Gm
And the stop signs

    Fm
I'm ready to go

                    Cm
Before I get to The Bay

                         Abm
Babe, that's a problem


Because I'm way too scared to call

        Gm
And you might get me to stay, no

        Fm
I don't really want to drive

      Cm
But I think I'd rather die

    Abm         Gm
In Oakland, in Oakland

        Fm
With my hands on two and ten

     Cm
So I guess it all depends

    Abm         Gm
On Oakland, on Oakland

        Fm(2)
And I'm nervous, truth be told

        Cm
I never saw me growing old

    Abm         Gm
In Oakland, in Oakland

         Fm(2)
And if I married you tonight

         Cm
It would probably start a riot

    Abm         Gm        Fm
In Oakland, in Oakland

                          Cm
Everything, that I needed

                                        Abm
Now I finally got you in your feelings

                                        Gm
Everything you won't say, you tweet it

                                    Fm
And a n***a don't like that s**t at all

            Cm
So treated

                                    Abm
Can we just roll with the feeling?

                                Gm
Can we just roll for a minute?


Wait a minute

     Fm
Foot on the gas

                   Cm
I'm just trying to pass

        Abm
All the red lights

        Gm
And the stop signs

    Fm
I'm ready to go

                   Cm
But I'm really not ready girl

                    Abm
That's the problem


Cause I'm way too scared to fall

      Gm
And I know that you choose to stay, no



[Rap break, play the Verse 1 chords]


Fm(2)
Whoa

Fm(2)
Whoa

       Fm
I took off my nine to five

        Cm                           Abm             Gm
But you still don't have the time to kiss me (just hit me)

         Fm                            Cm
And if I left you all alone, would you still pick up the phone

     Abm         Gm
It's iffy, you miss me

      Fm                           Cm
I got furniture to move, and we'll both be thirty soon

    Abm         Gm
In Oakland, in Oakland

         Fm                        Cm
The only one I know is you, so the f**k I'm supposed to do?

    Abm         Gm