House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls Lyrics - Trilogy Part 1: House Of Balloons - The Weeknd

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 

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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 

Music got you lost 

Nights end 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 niggas next door 

And they've been working on the trap, so get naughty 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 

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'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 

This is fun 

This is fun to me 

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'd 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 

And she bad and her head bad 

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 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've been on them for a minute 

We just never act a fool, that's just how we fuckin' 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 fuckin' phony 

Big O know the deal, he's 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 

Bring the 707 out