The Weeknd - House Of Balloons / Gla** Table Girls lyrics

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 (A happy house) We're happy here (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 Music got you lost Nights ends 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, they my n***as next door They be working in the trap, so get louder if you want Just don't blame it on me girl That you didn't call your home Just 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, fun, fun fun Fun, fun fun fun, Fun, fun fun fun 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 in a head band Escaping, her van is a Wonderland And it's half-past six Weed's nice 'cause time don't exist And 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 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 got 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 them for a minute, we just never act a fool, That's just how we f**in' 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 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 La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the gla** tables Whip the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the gla** tables Whip the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone so gone Bring out the gla** tables Whip the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone so gone Bring out the gla** tables Whip the 707 out Whip the 707 out Whip the 707 out