Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls, artist - The Weeknd. Date of issue: 20.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |