The Weeknd - Welcome To Kiss Land lyrics

[I: House of Balloons] [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] Music got you lost Nights pa** 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 [Hook] 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 [II: Gla** Table Girls] [Segue] Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 7 [Verse 3] 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 Got some brand new tables All gla** and it's four feet wide But it's a must to get us ten feet high She give me s** 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** now" You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute We just never act a fool That's just how we f**in' 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**in' phony Big O know the deal He the one who showed me Watch me ride this f**ing beat Like he f**in' told me "Is that your girl, what's her f**ing story?" "She kinda bad but she ride it like a f**ing pony" I cut down on her man, be her f**in' 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 [Outro] La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the gla** tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the gla** tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the gla** tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the gla** tables Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out