Been in another level since you came, no more pain Look into my eyes, you can recognize my face You're in my world now, You can stay, you can stay But you belong to me Oh, you belong to me
If it hurts to breath open the window Oh your mind wants to leave but you can't go
This is a happy house We're happy here in our happy house Oh this is fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun... ooh
Music got you lost Night pass so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, ain't ready for the day shift
This place will burn you up But baby it's okay, my niggas aer next door And they working in the trap, get naughty If you want
Don't blame on me that I didn't call you home Don't blame on me girl, cause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts to breath open the window Oh your mind wants to leave but you can't go
This is a happy house We're happy here in our happy house Oh this is fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun... ooh
(Glass Table Girls)
Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out 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 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 in a head band 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 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' livin 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
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 Bring the 707 out
Compositores: Susan Janet Ballion, Steven John Bailey, Martin Daniel Mckinney (Doc), Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese (Illangelo) ECAD: Obra #9502026 Fonograma #12008174