Potter Payper - Actuality lyrics

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 fruit's
Passion fruit's 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 fruit's
Passion fruit's 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