Blame it on my youth You were my adored one Then you became the bored one I was like a toy That brought you joy one day A broken toy That you preferred to throw away If I expected love When we first kissed

Para-para-paradise This could be para-para-paradise When she was just a girl she expected the world Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh But it flew away from her reach So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise,

Rivers get connected so much stronger than expected, well Sick love comes to wash us away Prisons of perspective How your vision gets corrected and Sick love is my modern cliché I don't know but it's been said Your heart is stronger than your head And

Ayy, nigga, Bomptown finest Bomptown finest This is Bomptown's finest Nigga, Bomptown's finest Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown finest I done did the unexpected They countin' niggas out, now them dickheads respect us You unsure about me bein' successful Well,

Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your

What you want is an unexpected approach, That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence, Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted. Approach to danger, don`t move; It`s hard to predict what will happen next. (Oh shit, he

My vision is blurring as the light starts fade So these are the walls that have to hold this moment I never expected to be here again On my back, breathing heavy staring at the light Praying this isn't the end, but pretty sure it might be On my back, got

This being human is a guest house Every morning a new arrival A joy, a depression, a meanness Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor Welcome and entertain them all! Be grateful for whoever comes Because each has been sent as a guide

What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep

Jungle land, jungle land Joey rides the subway Fast from east to west On the street he's number one Some say that he's the best Got something going on In a honkey tonk down town He is expected