Actuality

Hold me in your heart, not in your hands Love me like my nan, love me like my fans Bear me in your mind, keep me in your plans Tell me what I did, help me understand Manifestin' millions, that's my mood I know I need to heal, I need my soul soothed We all come from circumstances that we don't Choose You gotta find your own groove and be your Own proof And nothin' hurts harder than them home Truths I put my own work in, I grew my own fruits Passion fruits of my labour, let me show you I'll take a little, take the rest, I'll indulge you Coping with my freedom's getting easier I find coping with my success much less I see everyone around me getting greedier We couldn't ever picture this when I was on that bunk bed You know me, the amount of times I made 'em Free it up And I don't know about you, but ain't no me and us I'm tryna learn to unlearn so I can readjust 'Cause all I ever wanted was a key of dust And more teeth for this hammer, that'd be a plus And my riders coming with me, I don't need a fuss Look, I know that I hurt you and there's Repercussions But you can't put your people in these discussions Maybe I'm just broken and I need dysfunction Cah I grew up with some killers in the streets of London Sometimes I wanna pack a bag and leave the country But I can't cah I was sending everybody country It's wintertime, but somehow you're looking summery So tell me 'bout your day, I need a summary Somebody shoulda put you in a gallery 'Cause in reality, they're uglier than vanity I love you in actuality, so hurt me subtly They put you in every position except recovery I use loyalty as currency, nothin' monetary How you common but you got no common sense or common courtesy? Just hold me in your heart, not in your hands Love me like my nan, love me like my fans Bear me in your mind, keep me in your plans Tell me what I did, help me understand Manifestin' millions, that's my mood I know I need to heal, I need my soul soothed We all come from circumstances that we don't choose You gotta find your own groove and be your own proof And nothin' hurts harder than them home truths I put my own work in, I grew my own fruits Passion fruits of my labour, let me show you I'll take a little, take the rest, I'll indulge you All I know is that I don't wanna hear nothin' About you gotta be a certain type of—, certain Artist And that to be successful, you gotta make a Certain type of music and all this la-la-la-la-la 'Cause time and time again, man's proven that, That, man's, that, that's not the case And time and time again, man's proven that real is back in style