Trouble in 421

歌词

The evening began as a positive swaret 

And my abode was 4-2-0 G. 

But little did I know that in the very next apartment 

There'd be trouble on the brew for me! 

Ubiquitous I wish I could be 

Because the clock cuts short my own day! 

One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass 

Upon the cushion that supports my array! 

Can this be? 

Trouble! 

So if I may, slip you a tip. 

You'd best stay away from 4-2-1. 

Trouble! 

So get high the green way. 

So get by the green way, yes! 

I knocked upon their door 

And instead I was caught by an eye. 

His pupil was wide open 

Kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00. 

It was indoubadoubly dose derived. 

It was then that they took me 

And shined their light between my eyes. 

He said "What are ya new? 

Why are you here? What's the catch? 

Why not explain in clear? Why you're peaking around?" 

I wish I could've just kept to my own. 

My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent! 

I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside 

So that my mind could sit and delude my pride! 

Neighbor out away from my front door 

Until I find a way 

To hide myself from those in 4-2-1, one 

..one away from the good one.

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