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(House Of Balloons)Been in another level since you came, no more painLook into my eyes, you can recognize my faceYou're in my world now, You can stay, you can stayBut you belong to meOh, you belong to meIf it hurts to breath open the windowOh your mind wants to leave but you can't goThis is a happy houseWe're happy here in our happy houseOh this is fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun... oohMusic got you lostNight pass so much quicker than the days didSame clothes, ain't ready for the day shiftThis place will burn you upBut baby it's okay, my niggas aer next doorAnd they working in the trap, get naughty If you wantDon't blame on me that I didn't call you homeDon't blame on me girl, cause you wanted to have funIf it hurts to breath open the windowOh your mind wants to leave but you can't goThis is a happy houseWe're happy here in our happy houseOh this is fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun... ooh(Glass Table Girls)Bring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 outTwo 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 itThen watch us chase itWith a handful of pills, no chasersJaw clenching on some super-sized papersAnd she bad in a head bandEscaping, her van is a WonderlandAnd it's half-past sixRead skies 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 get 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 it for a minuteWe just never act a foolThat's just how we fuckin' livinAnd 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 fuckin' phonyBig O know the dealHe the one who showed meWatch me ride this fucking beatLike 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 manBe her fuckin' 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 StreetI'm so gone, so goneBring out the glass tablesBring the 707 outI'm so gone, so goneBring out the glass tablesBring the 707 outI'm so gone, so goneBring out the glass tablesBring the 707 outI'm so gone, so goneBring out the glass tablesBring the 707 outBring the 707 outBring the 707 out
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