House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls (Album Version (Explicit))

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 Fun fun fun fun 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 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 the one who showed me Watch me ride this fucking beat like he fuckin' 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 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 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