Jim Wirt - Trouble in 421 lyrics

[Verse] The evening began as a positive soiree And my abode was 4-2-0 G But little did I know that in the very next apartment There would 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 a** 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 In hopes of bidding them their welcome And instead I was caught by an eye His pupil was wide open Kind of like a liquor barn at 3:00 It was indubitably dose derived It was then that they took me And shined their light between my eyes He said "What are you 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! I beg my common sense to keep my 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 I beg my common sense to keep my Neighbor out away from my front door Until I find a way To hide myself from those in 4-2-1, 4-2-1, 4-2-1