The evening began as a positive swaret
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and my abode was 4-2-0 G.
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But little did I know that in the very next apartment
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there'd be trouble on the brew for me!
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Ubiquitous I wish I could be
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because the clock cuts short my own day!
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One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
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upon the cushion that supports my array!
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Can this be?
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Trouble!!!
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So if I may, slip you a tip.
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You'd best stay away from 4-2-1.
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Trouble!!!
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So get high the green way.
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So get by the green way...yes!
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I knocked upon their door
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in hopes of bidding them their welcome
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and instead I was caught by an eye.
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His pupil was wide open
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kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00.
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It was indoubadoubly dose derived.
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It was then that they took me
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and shined their light between my eyes.
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He said "What are ya new?
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Why are you here? What's the catch?
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Why not explain in clear? Why you're peakin around?!"
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I wish I could've just kept to my own.
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My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent!
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I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside
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so that my mind could sit and delude my pride!
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I beg my common sense to keep my
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neighbor out away from my front door
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until i find a way
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to hide myself from those in 4-2-1.......one..one away from the good one.
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Trouble In 421
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Incubus |