Bài hát House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls (Original) Báo Lỗi

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 ooh

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

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 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

This is a happy house

We're happy here

In a happy house

Oh this is fun fun fun fun

This is fun to me

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 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

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Bring the 707 out

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Bring the 707 out

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Bring the 707 out

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

707 out

707 out

707 out