Coming Home (feat. Calula Webster)

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 this royal telephone

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

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 thinner

Huh

Why my people need to suffer?

Why they 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

I'm trapped in my emotions

Always feelin' antisocial

And the lies blurred the facts

Royal telephone, can you call me back?

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

Please pick up the phone

So I can tell my family I'm comin' home

Please guide me through

I got used to the dark, 'cause I was scared of the truth

Now I look in my heart and I see the pure dilute

I need your arm around me now, I wasn't born to follow suit

I don't think I'm worthy of family

I know they love me but I can't stand me

I let my heart bleed on the track

Royal telephone, can you call me back?

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

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 that I was

So please help me, I'm comin' home

'Cause I'm so alone

And please pick up the phone

So I can tell my family I'm comin' home

'Cause I'm so alone

And please pick up the phone

So I can tell my family I'm comin' home