Coming Home 3% (3 Percent AUS) (Ft. Calula Webster)

[Intro]
Telephone to glory
Oh, what joy divine
I can hear the current moving on the line
Made by God the Father for his very own
You may talk to Jesus on his royal telephone

[Verse 1]
Shit, I think I need help
All these thoughts can't be good for my health
About to hit the deck with the hand that I was dealt
I'm a gambling man, I go all in on myself, yeah (Huh, yeah)
I wasn't raised a quitter
Forgive me, Lord, I've been movin' like a sinner
Tryna find a piece of myself that's inner
But my patience for this world only seems to grow thinnеr
Huh, why my people need to suffer?
Why thеy judged by colour?
Why's it hard to talk to my brothers?
I can't tell 'em how I feel, I can't tell 'em that I love 'em (Huh)
I'm trapped in my emotions
Always feelin' antisocial
And the lies blurred the facts
Royal telephone, can you call me back? Huh

[Chorus]
Oh, I've now had enough, so please help me get through this
'Cause I can't do this on my own
Somehow all these thoughts keep consuming the human I was
So please help me, I'm comin' home
'Cause I'm so alone (I'm so alone)
Please pick up the phone
So I can tell my family I'm comin' home