House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls (Original|Explicit) - The Weeknd

Lyrics by：Abel Tesfaye/Carlo Montagnese/Dom McKinney/Susan Ballion/Peter Clarke/John Martin/Steven Severin

Composed by：Abel Tesfaye/Carlo Montagnese/Dom McKinney/Susan Ballion/Peter Clarke/John Martin/Steven Severin

Uh oh ayy yeah yeah

Been on another level since you came no more pain

You look into my eyes you can't recognize my face

You're in my world now you can stay you can stay

But you belong to me ooh you belong to me

If it hurts to breathe open a window

Woo-ooh

Oh your mind wants to leave

Leave

But you can't go

Oh this is a happy house

A happy house

We're happy here

We're happy here

In a happy house

Oh this is fun fun fun fun

Fun fun fun fun

Fun fun fun fun

Music got you lost

Nights pass so much quicker than the days did

Same clothes you ain't ready for your day shift

This place will burn you up

But baby it's okay them my n***as next door

And they working in the trap so get naughty if you want

So don't blame it on me that you didn't call your home

So don't blame it on me girl 'cause you wanted to have fun

If it hurts

Woo

To breathe

Open a window

Yeah yeah yeah

Oh your mind wants to leave but you can't go

Ooh

This is a happy house

We're happy here in a happy house

Oh this is fun fun fun fun

This is fun

Fun fun fun fun

This is fun to me

Fun fun fun fun

Ooh

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 7

Two puffs for the lady who be down for that

Whatever together

Bring your own stash of the greatest trade it

Roll a dub burn a dub cough a dub taste it

Then watch us chase it

With a handful of pills no chasers

Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers

And she bad and her head bad

Escaping her van is a Wonderland

And it's half-past six

Read skies 'cause time don't exist

But when the stars shine back to the crib

Superstar lines back at the crib

And we can test out the tables

We got some brand new tables

All glass and it's four feet wide

But it's a must to get us ten feet high

She give me s*x in a handbag

I get her wetter than a wet nap

And no closed doors

So I listen to her moans echo

"I heard he do d**gs now"

You heard wrong I been on it for a minute

We just never act a fool that's just how we f**kin' live it

And when we act a fool it's probably 'cause we mixed it

Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey

Them white boys know the deal ain't no f**kin' phony

Big O know the deal he the one who showed me

Watch me ride this f**king beat like he f**kin' told me

"Is that your girl what's her f**king story"

"She kinda bad but she ride it like a f**king pony"

I cut down on her man be her f**kin' story

Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man get to know me

Ain't no offense though I promise you

If you a real man dude you gon' decide the truth

But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams

And we could turn this to a nightmare Elm Street

La la la la la la la la

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Ooh ooh

Bring the 707 out

La la la la la la la la

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Ooh ooh

Bring the 707 out

La la la la la la la la

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

La la la la la la la la

Ooh ooh

Bring the 707 out

La la la la la la la la

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Bring the 707 out

La la la la la la la la

Bring the 707 out

La la la la la la la la

Bring the 707 out

La la la la la la la la

Ooh la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la