Trouble in 421

The evening began as a positive soire
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 meUbiquitous, 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 arrayCan this be? Trouble!
So if I may, slip you a tip
You'd best stay away from 4 2 1Trouble!
So get high the green way
So get by the green way, yesI knocked upon their door
In hopes of bidding them their welcome
And instead I was caught by an eyeHis pupil was wide open
Kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00
It was indoubadoubly dose derivedIt was then that they took me
And shined their lights between my eyes
He said, "What do you know?
Why are you here? What's the catch?
Why not explain in clear? Why you're thinking aloud?"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!Can this be? Trouble!
So if I may, slip you a tip
You'd best stay away from 4 2 1Trouble!
So get high the green way
So get by the green way, goOhI 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 oneJump
Jump
Let's go, come onI 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, hey4 2 1