House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls lyrics

Been on another level

Since you came

No more pain

Look into my eyes

You can't recognize my face

You're my beloved

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 ends so much quicker than the days did

Same clothes, you aren't ready for your day shift

This place will burn you up

Baby it's okay and my niggas next door

They be working in 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 the window

Hold my mind

What's the read

What you came for?

This is a happy house

We're happy here

In a happy house

Oh this is fun

Fun for me

Bring the seven o seven now

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

Now watch us chase it

With a handful of pills

No chasers

Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers

And she bad in her head bad

Escaping, her van is wonderland

And it's 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 been on them for a minute

We just never act a fool

That's just how we fuckin' living

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 fucking phony

Big O know the deal

He the one who showed me

Watch me ride this fucking beat

Like he fucking told me

Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?

“She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony.”

I cut down on her man

Be her fucking 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

With the seven o seven now

• Artist:The Weeknd
• Album:House of Balloons (2011)