I usually have an answer to the question But this time I'm gon' be quiet (this time) Ain't nothing like the feeling of uncertainty, the eeriness of silence This time, it was so unexpected Last time, it was the drugs he was lacing All legends fall in the

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,

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

Blame it on my youth. If I expected love when first we kissed, If only just for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three. You meant more than anything, All the world to me. If you were on my mind both night and day, If I forgot to

If, I expected love, when first we kissed, blame it on my youth If, only just for you, I did exist, blame it on my youth I believed in everything Like a child of three You meant more than anything You meant all the world to me If, you were on my mind,

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

Blame it on my youth. If I expected love when first we kissed, If only just for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three. You meant more than anything, All the world to me. If you were on my mind both night and day, If I forgot to

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

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

If I hurry I can still make Cheyenne She never knew what his calls might bring With a cowboy like him, it could be anything And she always expected the worst In the back of her mind She said, don't bother comin' home By time you get here I'll be long