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Trust Company Heart In My Hands

And the world will melt away, hanging on the words you say With every word, with every word You put your heart in my hands With every word you say,

tonight and the world will melt away Hangin on the words you say with every word With every word, you put your heart in my hands With every word you

X2 American gangster, US hustler Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a American gangster, US hustler Home of the brave and in God we trust

if you like a handful of fresh wild flowers A back rub on a bad day talkin' for hours I'm good company Girl you're gonna love me Come and rest your head against my

ya hands up(hands up), If you bout bustin a gat then throw ya hands up(hands up), Then throw ya hands up(hands up) nigga throw ya hands up(hands up),

t wanna fuck wiv my side, fool [SHYSTIE] I'll clue you, hands tied behind my fat*ss No lies, I won't even close my eyes. Turn aroun', when my back faced

way to your heart Think you've locked your heart away Baby I hold the key Believe me when I say My love can set you free Take my hand and Lead me to

a prison for us to walk common streets [Verse 1: Pressure] [has minor pauses throughout] Now if my flesh is weak My passion is my shield And my strength is my

if you like a handful Of fresh wild flowers A back rub on a bad day Talkin' for hours I'm good company Girl you're gonna love me Come and rest your head against my