House of balloons / Glass table girls

[House of Balloons]

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 a window

Oh, your mind wants to leave

But you can't go

Oh, this is a happy house

We're happy here

In a happy house

Oh this is fun, fun, fun, 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, it's okay, them my niggas next door

And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want

So 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 a window

Oh, your mind wants to leave

But you can't go

Oh, this is a happy house

We're happy here

In a happy house

Oh this is fun, fun, fun, fun...

[Glass Table Girls]

Bring the 707 out 1

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 and her head bad

Escaping, her van is a Wonderland

And it's 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

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 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 it 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 '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

Bring the 707 out

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la