Lyrics House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd

House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls

Been on another level
Since you came
No more pain
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 a 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…)
Music got you lost
Nights end so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, are you ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
But baby its okay and my niggas next door
they be working on the trap
So get louder 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 a 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 for me (fun, fun, fun…)
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Two puffs for the lady who 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
she bad in a head band
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 bad new tables
All glass and its 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 been on them for a minute
We just never act a fool
Thats just how we fuckin' livin
And when we act a fool
Its 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 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