Telephone Lyrics – Domani

Read the full Telephone lyrics by Domani along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Domani’s music, you can also explore KEEP IT PLAYER, another song by Domani.

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
When you have finished recording, you
May hang up or press one for more options
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
I don′t wanna speak, I’m finna walk into a meeting
Got way too much on the line, I need
To close on something this weekend
Bills piling, real mileage added to this Jeep
And just to make it A to B, I′ll let
My priorities are sensible, when headed to an interview
I ask myself the questions I think they would ask or similar to
Do I want a feature from Jermaine? I mean, who wouldn’t, fool?
In my face when they don’t say my name
It′s just the n!gga who was on that TV when he was knee-high
Say, “Can I get a picture? I heard you some kin to T.I.”
I see why I beat around the question, never answer it
But no answer is the true answer, so I answered it and ran from it
All this on my mind, I don′t got time for conversation
Tell ’em call me back later, plus I′m on the elevator
Headed to the floor where hopefully I come up on some paper
(Domani, I think you need to take this)
I heard you, I’ma take it later, man
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na

Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Okay, first I gotta call my mom, she hit me in a meeting
Okay, gotta FaceTime my girl to show her I′m not cheating
Okay, now I gotta call my bro to make sure he not tweaking
And switch the lingo so he can hear me when I’m speaking
I got real s*it and I ain′t even thought ’bout what I’m eating
I got real s*it, auto-pay the mortgage, then just leave it
I got real s*it, if it ain′t ′bout the money, tell ’em beat it
I got real s*it, it′s crazy ’cause success
Became the reason I don′t feel s*it
Disconnect and disappear, I’m talking real quick
Only ones that love me understand that I′m a scatterbrain
With memory fade in the head, in the clouds
Got way too much on my mind and got an album coming out
And I got real s*it, that’s that same number calling back
I got real s*it, decline or tell ’em I′ma call ′em back
I got real s*it, tell me, is that number even saved?
Say, do we even know they name? And do we
Hold on, what he say?
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Say, please forgive me
I say, please forgive me
Dear Heavenly Father, I’m glad you called me
I hope that you don′t hold it against me
Thanks for reminding where my heart and my mind is
I called you, I thought you’d ignore me, but perfect timing
You called me back, I′m breaking down to be honest
In need of some answers, in need of your guidance
I only wanna talk to you, I been keeping it silent
‘Cause I know that words hold power and this time ain′t ours
And I refuse to just waste it complaining or feeling sour
So I come to you, I hate to ask you why
Is this a test to show me best why I should trust in God?
I mean, I trust in you, but it’s never been tested
So I hope that’s what it is so I can get the message
Know I got a gift, I could relate to the kids with questions
Know I′m filled with guilt, I take the blame before I point the finger
Knowing what I′m dealt, why would
You play it like I got the best hand?
Knowing how I felt, why would you put me here with no directions?
Knowing I’m not healed, why would
You put these people here to test me?
Knowing that I kill to show the real and let the rest be less than
Knowing I′m on tilt, I hate balance, I been running from it
Knowing how I’m built, why would you try to take my mama from me?
Why would you even threaten me with that?
Mm, say, why would you even threaten me with that? Huh?