House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls
Been on another levelSince you cameNo more painLook into my eyesYou can't recognize my faceYou're my belovedYou can stayYou can stayBut you belong to meYou belong to me
If it hurts to breatheOpen the windowOh, your mind wants to leaveBut you can't goThis is a happy houseWe're happy hereIn a happy houseOh this is fun
Music got you lostNights ends so much quicker than the days didSame clothes, you aren't ready for your day shiftThis place will burn you upBaby it's okay and my niggas next doorThey be working in the trapSo get louder if you wantJust don't blame it on meThat you didn't call your homeSo don't blame it on me girlCause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts to breatheOpen the windowHold my mindWhat's the readWhat you came for?
This is a happy houseWe're happy hereIn a happy houseOh this is funFun for me
Bring the seven o seven now
Two puffs for the lady who be down for thatWhatever, togetherBring your own stash of the greatest, trade itRoll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste itNow watch us chase itWith a handful of pillsNo chasersJaw clenching on some super-sized papersAnd she bad in her head badEscaping, her van is wonderlandAnd it's half-past sixWeed's nice cause time don't existBut when the stars shine back to the cribSuperstar lines back at the cribAnd we can test out the tablesGot some brand new tablesAll glass and it's four feet wideBut it's a must to get us ten feet highShe give me sex in a handbagI got her wetter than a wet napAnd no closed doorsSo I listen to her moans echo"I heard he do drugs now"You heard wrong I been on them for a minuteWe just never act a foolThat's just how we fuckin' livingAnd when we act a foolIt's probably cause we mixed itYeah I'm always on that okey dokeyThem white boys know the dealAin't no fucking phonyBig O know the dealHe the one who showed meWatch me ride this fucking beatLike he fucking told meIs that your girl, what's her fucking story?"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"I cut down on her manBe her fucking storyYeah I'm talking 'bout you manGet to know meAin't no offense thoughI promise youIf you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truthBut I'm a nice dude with some nice dreamsAnd we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street
La la la la la la la laI'm so gone so goneBring out the glass tablesWith the seven o seven now