House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls

(Verse 1)
Been on another level
Since you came
No more pain
You look into my eyes
You cant recognize my face
You're up and now
You can stay
You can stay
But you belong to me
You belong to me

(Bridge)
If its hurts to breathe
Open the window
Hold your mind
Close to me
Let your pain go

(Chorus)
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Fun fun fun fun
fun fun fun fun
fun fun oh ohhhhhh

(Verse 2)
The music got you lost
Nights end so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you aint ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
Baby its okay
Them my niggas next door
They be workin in the trap
So get louder if you want
Just don't pin it on me
Cause I didnt call your home
So dont blame it on me girl
Cause you wanted to have fun

(Bridge)
If its hurts to breathe
Open the window
Hold your mind
Close to me
Let your pain go

(Chorus)
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Fun fun fun fun
fun fun fun fun
fun fun oh ohhhhhh

Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out

Seven

Two puffs
For the lady who be down for that,
Whenever together
Bring your whole stash of the greatest
Trade it
Roll it up
burn it up
Cough it up
Taste it
Then watch us chase it
With a hand full of pills
No chasers
Jaw clenchin on some super size papers
She bad and her head bad
Escaping, van is her wonderland
And its half past 6,
Week's pass cuz time don't exist
And when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib
We can test out the tables
Got some brand new tables
All glass and it's four feet wide
But it's a must to get 10 feet high
She give me sex in that hand bag
I got her wetter than a wet-mare
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 fuckin live it
And when we act a fool
It's probably cuz we mixed it
Ya I'm always on that okie dokie
Them white boys know the deal
Ain't no fucking phony
Big O' know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me light this fucking beat
Like he fucking told me
Is that your girl?
What's her fuckin story?
She cut up bad
But she ride it like a fuckin pony
I got down how her man be her fucking story
Ya I'm talking bout you man get to know me
Aint no offense though
I promise you
If you a real man do
You gon' side the truth
But I'm a nice dude,
With some nice dreams,
And we can turn this to a nightmare; elm street

La la la la la la la so gone, so gone,
Bring out the glass tables,
Bring the 707 out x4

707 out
bring the 707 out