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House Of Balloons - Glass Table Girls
The Weeknd - House Of Balloons - Glass Table Girls
(Verse 1)Been on another levelSince you cameNo more painYou look into my eyesYou cant recognize my faceYou're up and nowYou can stayYou can stayBut you belong to meYou belong to me(Bridge)If its hurts to breatheOpen the windowHold your mindClose to meLet your pain go(Chorus)This is a happy houseWe're happy hereIn a happy houseOh this is funFun fun fun funfun fun fun funfun fun oh ohhhhhh(Verse 2)The music got you lostNights end so much quicker than the days didSame clothes, you aint ready for your day shiftThis place will burn you upBaby its okayThem my niggas next doorThey be workin in the trapSo get louder if you wantJust don't pin it on meCause I didnt call your homeSo dont blame it on me girlCause you wanted to have fun(Bridge)(Chorus)Bring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 outSevenTwo puffsFor the lady who be down for that,Whenever togetherBring your whole stash of the greatestTrade itRoll it upburn it upCough it upTaste itThen watch us chase itWith a hand full of pillsNo chasersJaw clenchin on some super size papersShe bad and her head badEscaping, van is her wonderlandAnd its half past 6,Week's pass cuz time don't existAnd when the stars shine back to the cribSuperstar lines back at the cribWe can test out the tablesGot some brand new tablesAll glass and it's four feet wideBut it's a must to get 10 feet highShe give me sex in that hand bagI got her wetter than a wet-mareAnd no closed doorsSo I listen to her moans echo"I heard he do drugs now"You heard wrongI been on them for a minuteWe just never act a foolThat's just how we fuckin live itAnd when we act a foolIt's probably cuz we mixed itYa I'm always on that okie dokieThem white boys know the dealAin't no fucking phonyBig O' know the dealHe the one who showed meWatch me light this fucking beatLike he fucking told meIs that your girl?What's her fuckin story?She cut up badBut she ride it like a fuckin ponyI got down how her man be her fucking storyYa I'm talking bout you man get to know meAint no offense thoughI promise youIf you a real man doYou gon' side the truthBut I'm a nice dude,With some nice dreams,And we can turn this to a nightmare; elm streetLa la la la la la la so gone, so gone,Bring out the glass tables,Bring the 707 out x4707 outbring the 707 out