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The Weeknd( Abel Makkonen Tesfaye )
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House Of Balloons - Glass Table Girls
Been on another level*
Since you came
No more pain
Look into my eyes
You can't recognize my face
You're up and now
You can stay
You can stay
But you belong to me
You belong to me
If it hurts to breathe
Open the window
Hold my mind
What's the read
What you came for?
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Music that you lost
Nights ends so much quicker than the days did
Same pose, you ain't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
Baby it's okay, them my n*ggas next door
They be working in the traps
So get louder if you want
So don't pin it on me
I 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 the window
Hold my mind
What's the read
What you came for?
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Fun for me
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Bring the seven on seven out
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
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Whatever, together
Bring your whole stash of the greatest
Trade it, roll it up, burn it up, cough it up, taste it
And then watch us chase it
With a handful of pills
No chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
She bad and her head bad, escaping, van is a wonderland
And its half-past six
Weed's nice 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
Got some bad new tables
All glass and its four feet wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I got 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 them for a minute
We just never act a fool
That's just how we f*cking' living
And when we act a fool
Its probably cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal
Ain't no f*cking phony
Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me ride this f*cking beat
Like he f*cking told me
Is that your girl, or is that a f*ckin' story?
She cut her bag but she ride it like a f*cking pony
I cut down on her man
Be her f*cking 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 gone' side 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 seven on seven out
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