3% – Coming Home Lyrics (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 with the hand I was
gambling man, I go all on
I quitter
Forgive Lord movin’ sinner
Tryna piece that’s inner
my patience for this world seems to thinner
Huh
my need to suffer
they by colour
Why’s to talk to my brothers I can’t tell ‘em how I feel I cant tell ‘em I love ‘em
trapped my emotions
feelin’ antisocial
And the lies the
telephone can back

now, had help get this, cause I can’t do this on my own
Somehow all these thoughts keep consuming the I was
help home
Cause alone
Please pick up the
I can tell my family home

Please guide
I to the dark, cause I was scared the
I look my I the pure dilute
I need your arm around now I born to suit
I don’t think worthy family
I know they love I can’t
I let my bleed on the track
telephone can back