[Chorus]

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

[Verse]

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?

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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