Correction Paroles House Of Balloons/Glass Table Girls par The Weeknd

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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 niggas 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 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 been on them for a minute, we just never act a fool,
That's just how we f*ckin' 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*ckin' phony
Big O know the deal, he the one who showed me
Watch me ride this f*cking beat like he f*ckin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her f*cking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a f*cking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her f*ckin' 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 glass tables
Whip the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Whip the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Whip the 707 out

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Whip the 707 out
Whip the 707 out
Whip the 707 out

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