House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls

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
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun

Music got you lost
Nights pass 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 its okay they my niggas next door
And they working in the trap
So get lonely if you want
Just don't blame it on me
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
This is fun
This is fun to me

Bring the 707 out, bring the 707 out, bring the 707 out, bring the 707 out, being the 707 out, bring the 7-

Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your whole stash of the greatest
Trade it, roll 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
She bad and her head bad
Escaping, the van is a wonderland
And its half-past six
Read skies 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 its four feet wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I get 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' decide the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
But 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
With the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the 707 out
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out