House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls (Live) - The Weeknd

Been on another level

Since you came

No more pain

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

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 ends so much quicker than the days did

Same clothes, are you ready for your day shift

This place will burn you up

But baby its okay and my niggas next door

they be working on the trap

So get louder if you want

Just 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 for me (fun, fun, fun...)

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Two puffs for the lady who be down for that

Whatever, together

Bring your whole stash of the greatest

Trade it, roll a dub, burn a dub

Cough a dub, taste it

Now watch us chase it

With a handful of pills

No chasers

Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers

she bad in a head band

Escaping her 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

Thats just how we fuckin' livin

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 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 talking 'bout you man

Get to know me

Ain't no offense though

I promise you

If you a real man dude you gon' 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 707 out

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

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Bring the 707 out

La la la la la la la la

I'm so gone so gone

Bring out the glass tables

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out