House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls Songtext

von The Weeknd

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
You belong to me

If it hurts to breathe

Open the window
Oh, your mind wants to leave

But you can't go
This is a happy house
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 end 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 niggas next door

And they've been working on the trap, so get naughty if you want
Just 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 to breathe
Open the window

Oh, your mind wants to leave
But you can't go

This is a happy house

We're happy here
In a happy house

Oh, this is fun

This is fun
This is fun to me

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'd be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your whole stash of the greatest
Trade it, roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Now 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 its half-past six

Weed's nice '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
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 sex in a handbag
I got her wetter than a wet nap

And no closed doors so I listen to her moans echo

"I heard he do drugs now"
You heard wrong I've been on them for a minute
We just never act a fool, that's just how we fuckin' livin'
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 fuckin' phony
Big O know the deal, he's the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fuckin' beat like he fuckin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her fuckin' story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fuckin' pony"
I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' 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' side 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
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
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
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
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out