House Of Balloons Glass Table Girls (Verse 1) Been on another level Since you came No more pain You look into my eyes You cant recognize my face You're up and now You can stay You can stay But you belong to me You belong to me (Bridge) If its hurts to breathe Open the window Hold your mind Close to me Let your pain go (Chorus) 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 oh ohhhhhh (Verse 2) The music got you lost Nights end so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, you aint ready for your day shift This place will burn you up Baby its okay Them my niggas next door They be workin in the trap So get louder if you want Just don't pin it on me Cause I didnt call your home So dont blame it on me girl Cause you wanted to have fun (Bridge) (Chorus) Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Seven Two puffs For the lady who be down for that, Whenever together Bring your whole stash of the greatest Trade it Roll it up burn it up Cough it up Taste it Then watch us chase it With a hand full of pills No chasers Jaw clenchin on some super size papers She bad and her head bad Escaping, van is her wonderland And its half past 6, Week's pass cuz time don't exist And when the stars shine back to the crib Superstar lines back at the crib 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 10 feet high She give me sex in that hand bag I got her wetter than a wet-mare 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 live it And when we act a fool It's probably cuz we mixed it Ya I'm always on that okie dokie Them white boys know the deal Ain't no fucking phony Big O' know the deal He the one who showed me Watch me light this fucking beat Like he fucking told me Is that your girl? What's her fuckin story? She cut up bad But she ride it like a fuckin pony I got down how her man be her fucking story Ya I'm talking bout you man get to know me Aint no offense though I promise you If you a real man do You gon' side the truth But I'm a nice dude, With some nice dreams, And we can turn this to a nightmare; elm street La la la la la la la so gone, so gone, Bring out the glass tables, Bring the 707 out x4 707 out bring the 707 out
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