Karaoké House of Ballons / Glass Table Girls The Weeknd

Uh

Ah ah ah ah eh

Yeah heh eh

Been on a further level since you came

No more pain

Woah oh oh oh

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

Hoo ooh

You belong to me

If it hurts to breathe

If it hurts to breathe open a window

Hoo ooh ooh ooh ooh

Oh your mind wants to leave

Yeah yeah but you can't go

Oh oh ho

Yeah

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, fun, fun

Fun, fun, fun woah oh

Fun, fun, fun

Music got you lo-o-ost

Nights pass so much quicker than the days did

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

This place will burn you u-u-up

Baby it's okay

Them my niggas next door

And they workin' in the trap so get naughty if you want hoo

So blame it on me that you didn't call you home

Oh

Just don't blame it on me girl 'cos you wanted to have fun

If it hurts to breathe

Hoo hoo ooh

Ho wooh ooh ooh ooh open a window

Yeah eh

Yeah ey

Yeah eh ey

Oh your mind wants to leave

Wants to leave but but you can't go

Woah ho oh oh oh oh

This is a happy house

We're happy here in a happy house

Oh this is fun, fun, fun, fun

Fun, fun, fun, fun

This is fun

This is fun to me

Fun, fun, fun woah oh

Woah oh oh oh

Bring the seven-O-seven out

Bring the seven-O-seven out

Bring the seven-O-seven out

Bring the seven-O-seven out

Uh

Bring the seven-O-seven out

Bring the seven

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 clenchin' on some super-sized papers

She bad and her head bad

Escapin', her van is a Wonderland

And it's half-past six

Read skies 'cos 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

Huh

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

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 'cos 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 talkin' '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

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Bring the seven-O-seven out

La la la la la la la la

I'm so gone, so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Bring the seven-O-seven out

La la la la la la la la

So gone, so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Wooh ooh wooh ooh

Put the seven-O-seven out

La la la la la la la la

So gone, so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Put the seven-O-seven out

Bring the seven-O-seven out

Seven-O-seven out

Bring the seven-O-seven out

Seven-O-seven ou-out

Bring the seven-O-seven out

La la la la

Bring the seven-O-seven out

Bring the seven-O-seven out