Trouble in 421

[Verse 1]
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 ass
Upon the cushion that supports my array!
Can this be?
Trouble!

[Chorus 1]
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!

[Verse 2]
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!

[Chorus 1]
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!

[Chorus 2]
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

[Instrumental solo]

[Chorus 2]
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